It's been a while, but I'm still here, still my usual scrumptious self. I am at the moment in essay hell (15, 000 words by Wednesday? It's do-able). So naturally I decided to not only go around updating my various journals, but also to start som new ones. I'm currently investigating flickr (that missing "e" really bothers me, but not as much as my lack of digital camera) and blogger.

I changed my name by deed poll to Salvador Puppy, then to Jarvis Cocker. Both of those are lies.

Then I bought booties off the interweb, and they arrived three sizes too small. I'm very anxious as to whether they'll exchange them for me. They're gold and leopard print. Just like me. So you see, I was born to wear them. [link]

Dexy's Midnight Runners are more than just "Come On Eileen" gypsy fellers. "Geno" is a very good song.

But do you know what's better? Bow Wow Wow. Do I want to hold you, Annabelle Lwin [link] ? I think yes.

So, what's been happening in, what, three months? since my last post? Well, clearly my journals are sounding more and more like a muso-teenage girl who has discovered how to do links, and my grammar are fucked. But that's life. I'm not able to create profound thoughts before midnight, and it's not even 6pm.

Stuff I did:
Grew a moustache [link]
Shaved my moustache [link]

I still haven't done any writing, not, for a change, because I don't have any ideas, but rather because I'm not in the mood. I think I'm too stressed with essays and other stuff. That, and the fact that I keep staying up til 4am and sleeping past 1pm (which is sickening, I don't get anything done). Really, I'm just sitting around.

But things are good. Things are really good. I didn't do badly this year at all. I met Jackie, Lovefoxxx AND Fyfe. I fell deeply in love. I bought some nice shoes [link] . I learned that I really really like ricotta. Is ricotta what I'm thinking of? I don't know. Oh! and aubergines. I like those too. I really can't complain.

I have essays, and not my dream boots. But I'm really happy, when it gets down to it.

Hope the new year is treating you all well.

(Call it hate. Call it love. I, in the words of Serge Gainsbourg, call it art.)