barren

On Monday, the Naked Raygun dvd 'What poor gods we do make' gets a UK release. On my half hour lunch break I am going to attempt to buy it in Glasgow. If I don't find it in the myriad record shops I used to frequent then I swear to god, I will never, ever set foot in a fucking record shop again. There's only so many times you can return home empty handed when looking for new releases before you just want to fucking give up. I feel like I'm regressing further and further into my mind every day.

The next stranger to point out how small Emily is gets a boot in the teeth.

Current listening: Wire - Desert Driving.