scary, our similarities. although i don´t have an ipod and he would not lend me his, gah, must check out all those new bands ripping off our old heroes. i was so black in a business school full of "deliverance"-like would-be-secretaries (yes, we agree that film is actually a documentary about american midland dwellers). he was "the only goth at campus" - i got the copyright for that title. i understood all of the other girl´s poems, clear to me alone (sigh) that it was about a cat. no feedback to mine this time, weirdness. the compliments i get later (on chance meetings at billa) are also weird. should have sold them my zine after all.
freezing. head hurts with the cold. walking home not fun. well, a little ... the scene just needed more snow and someone with me, but in the brilliant, clear, dark sky i saw that starsign with three horizontal dots for the first time in my life (usually only see the crooked vertical ones).
taping old sean bean movie. once more. coz i cannot find all the previous tapes anyway. stupidhead.
yesterday: finally. a guy again. the oldies are always the goodies. i am so faithful.
last week: bbc censorship. fuck. bugger. bollocks. sod. if anyone is interested, i will publish the deleted scenes from "vicar of dibley" here.
"bloody is not a swearword. it is a useful adjective; with religious overtones"!
last months: tbc