A foul, black mood has descended over the management. Perhaps ironically, this brooding, goth outlook is due in part to the fact that I can't go to the Cure show this weekend. I've only had tickets for three goddamn months. Does anyone else think there's a curse on Randall's Island?
Here's a sulking teenager's selection of doleful sourness. Dig out your copy of this. Then maybe this. Then watch some of these. And you might even want to read some of this.
On the bright side, Bowie is still alive and kicking. He won't be back to work for a while yet, but he has made his first public appearance since the surgery. Welcome back, Zig.
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