Sometimes I fall in love with bittersweet stories.

The Goldfrapp 'Supernature' gig last night at Brixton Academy was totally luscious sex on legs.It kicked off with the spinechilling, operatic 'Felt Mountain' album, setting the stage for an epic two hours of hyperglam-electro-burlesque. Everything - from the crystal clear sound, to the surreal choreography and orgasmic candy colored light show - ( Read more... )

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I am a self-deluded time waster. So what do I do about it?

Wedding plans aplenty at the moment. Flights to Australia,check! Return flights from Sydney to Merimbula, Check! Wedding night accommodation, check! Also: I've bought my wedding jewellery. I stumbled across a tres bijou shop in between Charing Cross and Oxford Street called Les Nerides, and Oh what a treasure trove! Matching earrings, bracelet and ( Read more... )

I've been reading a lot of graphic novels and fashion magazines lately. OK in moderation, but in excess they have a tendency to make the mind lazy. So I've decided to read a book that's been on my bedroom shelf for a while, 'Pornography and Silence' by Susan Griffiths. What I've read so far helps to put in to words my instinctive feelings and ( Read more... )

It would be good if I could actually remember to take my medication at the same time each day, every day. I hate being bound to this daily ritual, but it's necessary and I wish I had the memory and the dicipline to do it properly. I wonder when the contract will end? I am afraid of breaking it, but I fear being dependant forever. Will I really be ( Read more... )

What can I do? How do i kick my brain into gear? It's my age old question. Where do I find the metaphysical energy I need to go on living?

Entropy. A measure of unavailable energy. The yardstick of my days and years.

I'll just go to sleep again.

Gravity has me in its grip.

The politics and undercover side-taking at work continues.
It's weighing on me heavily. It turns me into pure lead.
I am tired.