saturday is worse

the funny thing about saying “never again” at four in the morning is that saturday arrives very quickly. #

Went out again. Obviously. This afternoon I told Mom I was tired and she said, `”Then stay home tonight.”` I don’t understand why parents insist on proposing solutions nobody requested. I was tired at four. I was completely fine by ten. Different department. Tonight I wanted something harder anyway. I’ve been listening to more techno and progressive lately — Ricky Le Roy, Mario Più, Zicky, Picotto, all of that is taking up more space — but hardcore hasn’t gone anywhere. I still get stupidly happy when I hear something by The Stunned Guys or Tommyknocker that I recognise immediately. Thrillseeka still does it. Nosferatu, Neophyte, The Viper, Promo, Endymion… Edo keeps sending me things and then becoming offended if I don’t listen immediately, as though he is personally responsible for the European hardcore distribution network. Tonight I wore another blue top, darker this time, and Erick asked whether I had thrown away every other colour. I told him yes. Much easier than explaining myself. Yuri called me bambolina again in front of him and this was a mistake because Erick has now discovered a new way to annoy me. He spent ten minutes saying `”Bamboliiina”` in a voice that made me want to push him down a staircase. Yuri thought this was hilarious. Betrayal everywhere. The nickname itself is getting dangerous because I actually like it. I would never have chosen it for myself — it is far too sweet — but that’s probably why I like it when Yuri says it. It belongs to him saying it, if that makes sense. Came home, MSN, Edo.

`Deathcore: so?`
`Eclipse: so what`
`Deathcore: HARDCORE`
`Eclipse: hello edo, nice to speak to you too`
`Deathcore: hello alice. HARDCORE?`

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