Silly Sundays…..

I very much dislike this kind of Sunday. You plan all sorts of shite, like say, sleeping in. You get woken at twelve by the buzzing of your phone with a text-message reply to a question you asked the previous night. Like cleaning and doing dishes, and organizing some of your shit in a more convenient way. You inanely sit in front of a computer screen all day making small talk to unimportant people about unimportant things. And of course then you decide that you should go to “that thing” you were thinking about perhaps going to, because otherwise what would’ve been the point of getting out of bed -at all-.

The thing I decided to go to was a selection of Dutch bands performing at the Melkweg. To quote a very wise man, it “sucked more than anything has ever sucked before.” The audience was apathetic, the shows seemed to be more of a chore than a fun gig for the bands, and seeing a fat black chick “rapping” about her new shoes in bad slang is something I wouldn’t wish upon my future mother in law.

Shite Sundays.

~ by nytewolf on April 2, 2007.