waking up and getting up

have just updated my fb status, so i should not really repeat myself
but am mesmerized by the fact that i need to wake up in 3.5 hours. erm wait....3 hours 18 mins
yikes

i bought some adult shoes today!

in my defence i'm wearing dungarees and have painted my nails yellow.

hot wax

i spent two hours shredding today and it gave me great joy.



there's a point soon when i'll have to start saying goodbye and i hate saying goodbye instead i rather pretend it ain't happening. i will however (hopefully) have the flat here till oct me thinks therefore hopefully will commute. dunno. it all seems so adult and horrible-like.

i concentrate on spooning a perfect porridge in the morning and jaguarlovejaguarlovejaguarlove, my guilty pleasure of a band.

cocktails are for pussies

however singapore sling will be the death of me.



now for some shallow&superficial shopping shizz


have finally succumbed to
sleek bob + new job
and did some proper adult shopping.
tried at least.
my fear of grey suits and skin-coloured tights and plain black shoes (urhg) got the better of me.
so i ended up with two tailored retro dresses and two pairs of suede gloves (salmon pink+mint green).
am chanelling a wacky air france stewardess albeit with short legs.



apart from that, it's happy happy days.

the mundane & the boring plus grey and shitty skies

i got no brain capacity to fill in the tax data organizer already simplified by the lovely people at PWC
i might have simply gone stupid

in other news:
we set the ball rollin'
i said YES, contract's in the making
and
as of today you can start applying for my job
tis a good job, as the jobs go

i've started organizing, drafting plans, making lists, decluttering
(there's an excel sheet to prove it)

but generally feelin' as if tis happening to some.one.else.



instead, i keep obsessing how my clothes don't fit anymore
and how me head's gone gigantic
because apparently i tick almost all of the boxes on the stress-list and stress makes you skinny and makes you do weird shizz like getting hair extensions in lebanon or jetting off to teheran

http://www.stresstips.com/lifeevents.htm
i scored 322

in words of Withnail: Look at my tongue; it's wearing a yellow sock. Sit down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.

weather sucks



on the plus side,
broken social scene playing Mousonturm beg of Jul-y

making it over

all good.
home finally

one track mind// third time lucky?

what an epic fuck of a month.

i slept in a different city every single night of this week and feel somewhat deranged. dead duck.
but
but
there's a job interview tomorrow and all i can think of is: one tight black dress? or one puffy black dress? tis a black dress kind of a day (in me head at least).

i am allowed to melt down and start wallowing in self-pity commencing 6 pm tomorrow.
till then tis a u t o p i l o t and good mojo my way.



wishmeluck. ineedluck.

click your heels three times

clicking my heels

april's the cruelest month//He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went

instead of going down the corny route and quoting further t.s.eliot here's boobs (partly at least)

all in a week.

highlights include--running through the fields at 6.30 in the morning, much bleary eyed (kind of good), dreams of places called mykolaiev and kaluga (not good not good), and a prospect of tuesday night (very soon very good).

+

2kg of dynamite make a heck of a noise