Saturday, March 15, 2008
Screaming kids. Everywhere you looked. Teenagers & twentysomethings in black jeans, plaid shirts, combat boots. Longhairs and skinheads and glamorous babes in bright red lipstick and anarchy T-shirts, they formed one seething mass of rebellion , Generation X in full cry. As far as the eye could see, they crammed the stadium, heada banging, bodies flying, arms outstretched towards the stage, their expressions ranging from adulation to fury.
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oh well, we survived the ordeal yesterday, Tasvita & I.screwed up bitch.i told him , im not gonna be associated with any guy whose close to her. and he replied. " so you're not gonna patch up with me lahr? "i was like, "no."thats definite. final decision.thanks. (: