Saturday, June 29, 2002
B— has been broody and grumpy and grouchy and sullen for the past three days. The Sean thing has really gotten to him. He hasn't set foot outside the apartment, and I'm getting a bit sick of getting home and finding him there, brooding and grumping and grouching and sulling.
I tried to drag him out to a show this evening but he wouldn't come, so I went with Molly and Polly. Weird local band discovered by Polly, called the Gendarmes. I like the name, but I'm not sure about the music. Air meets Korn meets Eminem. In French. It's true, though — the singer is cute.
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