attractive arrogance

hate hate hate hate hate i dont care what these chicks say i dont even look there way look there way look there way all eyes on me i took the night yeh i took the night yeh i took the night i took the night

arrogance is so attractive in an almost hypocritical way. arrogant men have such an appeal. even if they are horrible, manipulative and/or aggravating.

things are strange, but fiction is stranger!

well...

she walked into the room with the subtlety of head-to-toe sequins, assaulting the visual capacity of all those spectating the occasion. she flew like a bird on acid, dressed like an 80s barbie doll with a fetish for spandex and fishnet and partied like a rockstar. somehow, she managed all this while retaining the utmost respect of the most sophisticated socialites, hangers-on and important people. of course.

...i cant wait to meet her.

back to me, back to the fold

i want to hold out my hand, reach back to you and say: i love you. come back to the world. i want you to stop getting further away, stop getting so distant from me. from everyone.

we love you.

the aforementioned 'legendary' goldfish has been sending me strange messages: i think i get you a bit more. but wow. i never thought i would discuss that with a guy like you. (discuss tap i mean!). wow!

i spy a little diy

in the mood for some fashiony diy. i really really want to buy a stack of black xxxxxxxxL teeshirts and attack them with a variety of weaponry: chains, safety pins, scissors, fringing, zips, etc etc etc.

LtoR: chain-laced teeshirt dress, safety pin dress white with applique, safety pin dress black, skull cut singlets, chain back teedress

mawwwww xx

dazed and

...fucking confused. yes always. i know. i really need to work out whats going on.

lazy sundays: i love.

the following mondays: not so cool. fuck off? yes i think so :)

maaw maw maw my rantings are boring

peace! xx

happy august

i cant believe its august already.

fuck. it seems like yesterday was new years eve.

i had three hour rhythmic gymnastics training today. on a saturday. from now on this is a permanent part of my weekend. i was so traumatized by trying to throw a ribbon post flick-catch-twist-sling-THROW! this is a sport and an art in one and while i love it, it is such a challenge! fuck!

off to by the lovely L2s house for 'babysitting' and a sleepover. nawww.

namaste xx

thirty-three past midnight

its pretty weird when youve been called everything.

ahh. good night. mainly. i want you to make up your mind. dont let your friends catagorize me. (i really like you.)