I'm doing 11 things
aheum… i first met her at a daft punk concert in los angeles… a friend of mine showed her his butt it was kind of funny haha… and i also partied with her in paris (a friend of mine also french kissed her several times)... we shared a cab and she’s not the kind of girl i like… pretencious, self centered, narcissist… don’t like her at all
MagentaHardcore's Life List
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1. buy a Holga camera
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2. be a pin up girl
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3. smoke less
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4. write more songs
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5. i want to be involved
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6. live with pete doherty
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7. do the time warp
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8. be happy
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9. write down my dreams
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10. write a book
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11. Buy a van and do a road trip all over Europe
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How I did it
It made me 
How I did it: It was on a Sunday, i had to see a friend of mine at 8pm and it was 7.30pm... so i decided to call him because i didn't have anything else to do and i wanted to see him because he had been in Italy for the last week. I called him, he told me he was busy doing his homework but that he wanted me to call him later because he wanted to see me, so i went to a cafe... smoked a lot of cigarettes then went to my friend's place and left at 9pm, si… Read how I did it…
It made me
drunk 
How I did it: instead of leaving right after the show, me and my friends decided to stay a little bit longer in order to find what to do after... as we were wondering where we were going to go, the band arrived, we started to chat a little bit and then decided to go to a bar all together. it was 3 years ago but i still can remember ... haha i was a bit drunk at the end of the evening... i called a friend of mine who LOVES carl barat and he sang a … Read how I did it…
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I didn’t really want to meet him, it just happened.
when i was younger i was like totally into him, i thought he was sexy and attractive etc, i’m going to explain how all my dreams fell into pieces when i actually met Johnny Borrell. Every monday (last year) i’d go to a bar called “shebeen” in paris and when i arrived this monday, some friends of mine told me that johnny borrell was coming : “he just left to do something but he’s coming back” so i decided to stay just to see this how hot he was… and then he arrived, wearing skinny black pants under his santiag boots, he first bumped into a floor lamp (what a loser), and then got into the bar… that’s when i decided to light my cigarette off and get into the bar too. SO, let me explain to you… it’s a really tiny bar where everybody knows everyone, so this must be why johnny borrell litteraly came to me and started to talk to me as if we were long time friends (he speaks french perfectly by the way) “hi, how are you? do you often come here?” “yea, as much as i can…” and he was just so ugly and so boring that i decided to leave him saying “well, i have to go see a friend of mine” ... i got out of the bar lit my cigarette and thought about how i had just met my “fantasy” and that it killed everything! hahaha oh and his teeth are a BIG BIG JOKE
like any joan baez or bob dylan, i’d really love to speak my mind wisely (or not) and write songs, paint (i can at least try) and just be involved in what’s happening NOW NOW NOW… we’re certainly not in the 60s but i still think there are a lot of bad things going on and the youth of today has something to say, as i’m part of this youth, I do have something to say and to fight for…
