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Journalist: Are you having fun at the moment?

Sid: Are you kidding? No, I'm not havin' fun at all..

Journalist: Where would you like to be?

Sid: Under the ground..

Journalist: Are you serious?

Sid: (pauses) Yeah.






'The Filth and the Fury'.

See this film.

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http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=53249&item=3843564129&rd=1

Current bid: $710.00

Three days and a couple of hours left.

It really makes me wonder. At putting a price on something like that. Yeah, yeah; A part of history, blah, blah. If I had the money; I would buy it, and offer it to the Smithsonian. I'm sure they wouldn't want it, but I would try.

Sid was a fuckin' living, breathing human being -- not some fucking saint or some fucking hero. A fuckin' trainwreck, waiting to happen..his whole short life spent just waiting for it to happen. Such a fucking waste. Just some poor, dumb, fucked-up kid.

He would take that dirty money and seek oblivion.

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Hmmm. This, after Simon hadn't shown up at the radio station..Apparently, he was there..

>>Curespotting:

"I thought fellow Londoners might like to know that Robert and Simon turned up at the Devonshire Arms (a goth pub in Camden) last night (Sept. 30th). Apparently they came with three minders, stood at the bar for a quick drink, and left." >>

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Well, the bathroom's clean. My son just came home, though. It was nice while it lasted.

His buddy down the street wants me to take him to see the Cure if/when they ever tour again. Ye Gods. I made him a CD, and lent him my extra copy of the new album..still wondering if I will ever get it back. Heh. Talk about cramping me style..I can't even *imagine* taking someone's fuckin' KID..I mean.

Damn, I'm old.

Thank GOD they will always be older. It still sucks, though.

Sid woulda been 47 this year. I can't even picture that. I wish he'd been ABLE to get paunchy and bald and whatnot.

*sigh* I still have to go to the laundrymat. The rugs from the bathroom, etc. were just horrible. Talked to BG awhile -- for like, five minutes, but she disappeared, like. Damned 'net connection.

Long Time Coming.

Oh, God..Oh, God..Oh, God..Oh, God.

*hyperventilates*

I knew I never should have gone up there.

My son just told her off. BIG TIME. Guess the gloves are off, now. They went at it like gangbusters. She said he should 'know his place'(..but, like his mother..he doesn't; and never will, thank God). He shouted that he would be a better provider than, 'A forty-year old unemployed drunk'..Oh, God..Oh, God..Oh, God...After we were dismissed, he roared as we went out the door, 'I am ashamed to call the two of you family.'

Wow.

You don't really want to know what he did to her shoes.