today my vibrator turned itself on in my suitcase and was twitching around under my stuff

my immediate first thought was excitement, that it might be a robo-mouse.

Everybody's talkin' at me... I don't hear a word they're saying

Reading the blogs, out of curiosity, of people i barely know made me think... I have plenty of things to say which nobody cares to listen to as well!

Today I read in On the Road:

boys and girls in america have such a sad time together

sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately, without proper preliminary talk.

not courting talk, real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every minute is precious.



i wish my whole life could be one preliminary talk. thems the best kind of talks




it seems like these days everybody talks and nobody listens


and why should they? i've always thought of myself as really pretty not-arrogant. i guess it makes sense.


so welcome to the world, blog.


god bless you and all who sail in you. ]

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i love to make lists





lists are my delicious lifeblood.






1- In 'you don't miss your water', the Gram Parsons / Byrds version

when the song hits 2.40 his voice cracks on the note. it makes me catch my breath every single time.



2- On Saturday night we played drunken frizbee in my room, every few minutes or so i would turn off the light to make things more exciting. then realise we couldnt see a fucking thing. and turn it back on. and repeat.

3- my favourite text i got today:


'i didn't think i was very drunk that night but my hangover and hazy memory tells me otherwise. ah indoor frizzers was wik. Although the combo of me not being able to throw and you not being able to catch (mainly due to your eyes) makes for some very loud midnight frizzers.'


4- it is fun to sit with your friend on a bed in which you recently had sex, and every time they touch ANYTHING go 'ah... you might not want to touch that...'


5- I think dolphins are baby sharks, and sharks are baby whales. i am scared of all of them



i don't like to not be able to feel any ground under my feet. only water. i suspect there to be a shark under there, just with its snout next to my feet. pondering whether to devour me.














when your rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window, i'll be gone
you're the reason i'm travelling on.
but don't think twice its alright

Today my ideal man is Shane from the L Word.

My ideal woman is Nick Valensi from the Strokes.