got home at 4am to my housemate having a threesome (not in the kitchen or anything just... audibly. the walls are thin) so i rolled up a big doob and started my period and threw up half a litre of rum i'm sure and now i can't sleep for i am AAAngry, in no partcular direction.

but wow, portsmouth is covered in blankets of white snow.

ima on liz's computer with too much rum in me. pet sounds it is... well i need to celebrate. pompey f t w/evs plus i won a tenner on the grand national (COMPLY OR DIE) ...it was my first ever trip to the bookies so it was quite exciting. i think i'm going to quit while i'm ahead and leave it at that ( Read more... )

alison wolfe is the greatest<3. yeees, and comet gain were brillyant apart from ryan shouting I WOULDNT TOUCH IT MATE to the lead singer. bastard. the only machines our hearts need are the machines of poetry. my wee smells of jack daniels this morning. (it was nice to see you verity and ella! i want you to take me to a metal club soon) ok.... yet ( Read more... )

last night i had a dream that richie had a pet mockingbird who perched on his ears and sang songs, and richie would whistle along. pretty duet. (on a sort of related note he came home drunk and told me we're going to start a new wav fucked up laptop/guitar duet called White KKKids ( Read more... )

insane party,,, started off hanging in the jacuzzi upstairs at the red lion, joey & alexis came out :) and syma and kelly &sally and errrrr, andy was the dj so we had a mass singalong to uffie and black caaab, and after a party involving beautiful headdresses, old wang friends, and bad bad things. i did bad bad things. good old bow. all in good fun ( Read more... )

hello my chachillian love monkeys. detox at my parents means DREaMS! last night i dreamt i was looking for a house in kensington with richie and all the houses were my height, and tiny. like little impeccable box-houses. we found our dream box and rolled out pastry to make pea-and-carrot shaped cookies and then we cooked a big chocolate pig... fuck ( Read more... )

well I'm terribly sorry but we've actualy run out of cream cheese, but if you pop round next tuesday I'm sure Betty would have made some. Also on Tuesdays Mrs Backer brings in her lovely selection of butterfly cakes and Dutch waffles... buuu! i think i was just possessed by an old lady working in a tea house.

hi

i am also a fucking idiot.

sonics, good. syma+l word, good. j with liz, good. rodchenko exhibition, good.

tonight im going to get smashed up.

today i'm off to london to visit my good friend mika (aunty had a baby called mikhail... guess what i'll be calling the babb!) and then crashing around syma's who i haven't seen in forever :) and THE SONICS tomorrow! i'm not sure if we have a place to crash, so it will be.... interesting ( Read more... )

god that was depressing. so, according to sartre females are generally hysterical, one must always say no, and one must never give oneself to oneself. there is more to it than that, but thems the grapes.

i dug it, though.