EMPTY SPACES
Most of my friends have probably forgotten my face and for a good reason - deadlines have kept me locked up inside my flat for what seems like an eternity. What does fun feel like? I wouldn’t blame you for no longer remembering me either, but seeing as I don’t have time to write for leisure - and it’s a difficult concept for me to grasp right now, why the fuck would I do that anyway? - I’ll remind you of my existence with a link to a review I wrote *click on the photo* and my first ever short story I wrote for uni *click here!*
Photo by Ryan McGinley.
SUNDAY MORNING
Four sleeping pills with a glass of wine should put me in a self-induced coma, yet I’m drinking tea like a stupid zombie. Why is that? I would’ve preferred to have fallen asleep until stupid o’clock tomorrow morning and have a super early start for my day - instead I’m probably going to be a zombie until Tuesday. WHY IS THAT, I ask again. Pirate was here for the weekend, but had to catch a flight back home this arvo and as I had promised we’ll go to the Book Club for breakfast, I had to wake up early. Not really the end of the world, but the sight of four empty bottles of wine in my bedroom left me feeling less than happy. Course the breakfast can be seen below (kind of worth it) + any time with Pirate is like, super fun, so it wasn’t BAD, but with this said, I REALLY WANT TO SLEEP.
SATURDAY AT THE ROCK (can someone explain how come Moodymann has released a free digital album?)
Meanwhile I’ve become like, SO kinky and cool. I mean, not really, but nevertheless I purchased a choker with gold plated spikes and a leash. It’s super classy with white guipure lace and black leather, and you should check out other stuff by the designer Karolina Laskowska. Although I’m not entirely sure if it fits into my sex life, I’m positive a lot of fun will come out of it. Speaking of sex, the other day I had one of the funniest conversations I’ve had in a while. I live in the same general direction with this really fun boy, so we were to take a taxi together. As we were leaving, he said he’d want me to be his mistress. HIS MISTRESS. Um, bring on the leash? Course he meant it in a way that he’d like to cheat on his girlfriend with me. Really? Another one?
GIMME DANGER
The dog is on the table. Everybody is on the table.
dun dun dun dun dun
This was the music playing in the kitchen a few hours after I had arrived in Amsterdam. Both Jake and Regina were pretending to work, or so I thought. Maybe they really were, I doubt I was able to tell at that stage. We were discussing intertextuality, but my mind wandered off and so I went to the other room to start writing. I stared at the screen with a blank look in my eyes until I started feeling slightly uncomfortable *and probably mildly turned on* by the face of Terry Richardson staring at me from the shelf opposite the bed. See, I’ve lately rediscovered the stoner in me and so I started smoking within an hour of arriving at casa de fashionistas. It felt great.
BRUTAL HEARTS
Isn’t this like… the cutest thing ever? My brain is too fucked to watch films so I’m just staring at this. In my defence I’m pretty sure this GIF makes a better film than most of what’s in the cinema at the moment anyway. Never mind. Let’s just talk about me.
My plans for the weekend were to go to Cardiff, have a lot of fun visiting a friend, seeing Cardiff Castle and buying some records from the world’s oldest record store. I did briefly see the castle driving past it in a taxi, but other than that I didn’t see the place in daylight. Instead I was busy cumming in front of four guys. Not once, not twice, but six times. I think I am now a new person.
This isn’t to suggest I was having an orgy. I couldn’t have possibly, I must have been pretty out if it. I doubt I would’ve been able to partake in an orgy. I would say I doubt I would’ve been able to give a bj without being sick, but in the hopes of not experiencing the horrible taste of md, I chucked my fingers pretty far down my throat and there was no gag reflex. Pretty proud about that! Didn’t really hide the taste, though.
My friend wanted to hook me up with someone who studies hydrobiology and thinks of “sad indie” as great music. Hydrobiology is definitely a change to graphic design and drug dealing, but even a physicist wouldn’t make me forgive someone for loving Snow Patrol. Hydrobiology doesn’t even stand a chance, not to mention is not even indie, rather it’s just sad sad sad (excuse for) music. OK. Just needed to get away from InDesign for a second, I’m now going back to my essay on the differences of en dash and em dash. Fascinating, huh?
