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Dream last night involved meeting David LaChapelle who convinced me that I should get glass eyes fitted in place of my real ones. In return he would take my picture. And I did it. Somehow my real eyes were behind the glass ones so everything was like a fisheye lens. After the shoot (doing yoga in a bubblewrap dress amongst some lizards) we were in a darkroom whereupon someone stumbled out of a cupboard and grabbed me by the dress, pinning me to a negatives hanger and then proceeding to chop off David's head. I woke up in a cold sweat as my alarm went off to find a message from ian on my fone about a lizard.
Last night I practiced bass for 3 hours. I have nailed my new bass part for Rhinocerous (at last) and spent ages trying to figure out a new therapy? bassline cuz the current one doesnt sound right. My thumb has magically healed. It is bizarre. But all the better for band practice tonight.
I am on a new diet. It is not working. I have discovered headscarves. I am in need of money as I want to buy some big scarey goth dolly shoes (6 inch platform) and some of those fake boob things. I also really want an antique gramophone. And a Dodge Charger. And a goldfish. And a picnic hamper. And a thatched cottage. And tickets for Holly Golightly in Edinburgh. And to be able to post pics on lj. And to stop thinking about Ian. And to visit the Limelight on Saturday. And to be miraculously good at driving. And to see Doodle.