WEEKEND BLiSS

and now, blogpeeps, i'm taking myself on a weekend adventure.
a date for one.
and i'm loving the thought of hours in my own company, with no customers and no anyone. i can be as silent as i want to be. *bliss*
catch you soon.

last night while foraging for the last shit reminders of my ex-ex-girlfriend (the one we dislike, immensely) so i could give them the hell back to her, i found a journal from a few years ago.
and now here's a snippit from it, to warm the cockles of your hearts. hehehe, good times...

i am replaying moments
from last night in slow motion
with dolby surround sound
and heart wrenching
disney soundtrack.
Mmmmm
*sigh*
he's lovely.

it was really lovely to find the journal and read all about my then-life. all the happy buoyant loved up feelings, and the sad ones, and the pages of "fuck it. just FUCK FUCK FUCK it. fuckkk!" (i'm not kidding!), and the scraps of emails and the laughs and the wonderings. so many different friends and realities back then! a different world entirely. it was just what i needed, to combat this darksome which has ensnared me these last few days.
these are lonesome times in my world.
good stuff, plenty of it, is happening too.

WOW. very inspiring.
diana fayt

a chunk o' junk, would you believe it.
it made quite a noise. sort of a rumble, sort of a shake, sort of a boom.
coooool!

read about it here

you know something that sucked about the much acclaimed Cecil Beaton exhibition i went to this afternoon?
there were no portraits of famous carrots.
there were, however, plenty of portaits of pretty girls. so i didn't come away completely disappointed.

PiCTURE YOURSELF