Sun 3 May – Terry Lynn
this girl has so much power, though aside of the stage she seems so quiet and shy. when she is rockin the crowd there is no fuckin stoppin her. she spreads so much energy and love up there, words surely cannot describe. unfortunately, the jamaican ambassador, who was on the guestlist (plus 10, off course, for all his white slaves) didn't show up. what a loser. he missed a great show. maximum respect to terry lynn.

Thu 30 Apr – Walpurgisnacht

dasselbe wie fast jedes jahr. hunderte stehen rum und warten, dass etwas passiert. fußballstadiumstimmung. grölereien. bullen. flaschen fliegen, böller krachen. bullen rücken vor. mehr gegröle. verhaftungen. irgendwann isses rum. ach ja, musik gab's auch irgendwie.

Wed 22 Apr – Coralie Clément, MissinCat guess it was nice but unfortunately i didn't make it there.

i have no idea if anyone reads these fuckin journals. personally, i don't. i just comment them. that's to seem interested and interesting. but now i told you. shit. but anyway - i am interesting. i am somebody. yeah. who isn't? well, besides my neighbour, haha. poor girl. but she can cook very well. really, you should try.

okay, enough for this time. i will have to go out now, my apartment makes me sick. need some fresh air right now. see you.

count on… nevermind.

yo. me a profound kotow. i don't know what that means in your language, but it sounds good anyway. so. this is my 1st entry, im not going to say anything for now. and i am not going to pee. not now. maybe later. but i dont think so.

buy. puff daddy