'the birds' cast of actors

includes tippi hedron and doodles weaver.

there are things i like to do when asked

i like to help analyze people's dreams.

and i like to cut their hair, or help decide how they should get it cut.

the problem is, these are both dangerous things to do. because few people realize how transparent and close to the surface they are when discussing either.


when i first got here, i dreamt about my grandmother every night. the last couple of weeks, i haven't been able to remember my dreams. i think maybe it's because my subconscious has moved into my hair follicles. and last night i thought about bleaching my head platinum.

atonement: a film review

i gave into my complete and utter apathy after the first half hour and turned it off.

it did make me want to smoke, though. so it's not as though it didn't have any effect on me.

we all love souvenirs

but some of us love them more than the trip we're currently on.

i counted them

there were seven.

all doing their snail things, right outside of the front door.


i was careful not to step on them as i left to buy milk.

because i can

so

you've just run to the corner for toilet paper (because you still haven't dropped that americanism and succumbed to calling it 'loo roll'), and you're kind of kicking around on the internet waiting for the laundry to finish and your boyfriend to get home so you can go to the pub for dinner, and 'dance magic' from labyrinth pops onto your itunes.

or rather. that's what i'm doing. not you.

"He talked like a child about his dream to make a mammoth"

"When I was young, I didn't have any foolish dreams, I just cared about money. Then I developed a kind of disease: I wanted to do something others considered impossible. I told Goto we would realize the dream together." When Kobayashi told his staff about the new venture, they thought he had gone mad. He tried to reassure them. "I told them, 'There is so much scary news out there. It's good to have at least one good news story.'"

ask me again

it's something like...

we worry about what people think of us
until we realize
that they don't.

casualties

two wine glasses
one pint glass
one framed reproduction map
one door
one thrift store dress
dinner
pride

truman capote questions and answers himself

Q: If you could be granted one wish, what would it be?
A: To wake up one morning and feel that I was at last a grown-up person, emptied of resentment, vengeful thoughts, and other wasteful, childish emotions. To find myself, in other words, an adult.

the problem with forgetting

is that i have an excellent memory.


the problem with forgiving
is that i have an excellent memory.

'struggling with what she believes is demonic possession'

likes:
* library books
* the first rule of camouflage

dislikes:
* bureaucracy
* someone else's photographs

stacked

what's the use of being top of the pile?
i just keep getting elbows jutting into my back.


note to everyone else:
it's time to pad your sharp bits, or fuck off completely.

the things in which i am interested

i got a library book about mammoths yesterday.

it's called 'mammoth'.



i also took photographs of two snails in flagrante delicto.

great

now i'm depressed.


"According to my editor, London is the centre of the art universe right now. What are your thoughts on this? Do you think all the fuss is creating an unnaturally optimistic environment for artists? As David Hickey pointed out in his keynote at the Frieze Art Fair, there has never been a better time to be a young artist. It seems buckets of money await anyone under 30 with the right connections."

'You look too cool to talk to me.'

sometimes i wish i had been.

trust

a slut is a slut.

is a slut.

'here is my brother on the donkey'

i am six feet tall.

'i don't think english men are very attractive'

me: really? oh, i do. i think they're hot, though not in a rugged way.

her: see, that's what i'm into. some guy with a square jaw who, like, just cut down a tree and can pick me up and stuff.

me: i like a man who looks like he spends a lot of time sitting down.

oi

this morning i picked up my sparkling hippie friend at heathrow.

and then i projectile vomited on the platform at paddington station.



i am so punk.

what do we do when we fail?

a) pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again.

b) jim-jam yourself up, cover yourself up, drink until you're asleep.

c) sharpen your skill for pointing out exactly what's wrong with other people. start with whomever is trying to help you see the bright side of things.

d) don't hate, hibernate. [wait, isn't that the same as option b? no. and shut up.]

e) shoplift.

f) consult wikipedia. note how really democratic it is about your situation. remember that wikipedia is written by people who spend their lives flexing their knowledge on wikipedia.

g) oreos. neil diamond. a snazzy wig.

h) lather, rinse, repeat.

i see you seeing me

not long ago, i changed all my major online passwords because i suspected someone had been messing with my accounts.

soon after i realized that nobody i know gives that much of a shit about me.



the internet is a radio on steroids.

most mixed up non-delinquent on the block

i'd love some comfort food for lunch.

but the chippy's so far away and besides, i'm drunk.

you say you're a ghost in our house and i realize i do think i see through you

turn-ons:

* food and drink
* episodes of 'this american life' listened to whilst in countries other than america as an attempt to ward off homesickness
* dead things preserved in jars

turn-offs:
* when the bottoms of jeans get wet from dragging through the rain, and the damp heavy denim remains a nagging uncomfortable presence on leg skin all day
* the fact that i smoke like a non-smoker