Sunday, June 10, 2007

Crazy cont.

I just went into an entire Angela Anaconda spiel complete with ‘Ninny-poos’ over someone I don’t like. The best part of this is that I am totally alone in my house and I did it aloud.

I’ve just listened to Golden Brown about fourteen times in a row after realising that I can download songs from itunes. Like wow.

I am now putting everything down in my online journal – no real reason but isn’t it annoying?

After years in the wilderness of my mind I rediscovered Poppy Z. Brite. I first discovered her when I would have been a teenaged goth only I wasn’t (sorry, just not a joiner). I think I’m better for not having been, right? Her journal is here.

The sun is fucking shining!


Ross said...

Hmmm, that song is supposed to be about heroin isn't it?

I kinda get it. But what's with the refrences to ships and masts? Is the mast meant to be a needle or something?

nailpolishblues said...

Oh, so the rumour goes. Since it goes on about being tied to that mast I assumed it was sexual. Still, drugs make sense, right?

I once had a most excellent conversation with my cousin regarding heroin. First he asked me if I was on it and when I said no he said that maybe I should think about it - it's one way to be thin... Fucking arse.

Mark said...

Angela Anaconda is awesome. Disturbing, but awesome.

nailpolishblues said...

Awesome but disturbing is always good.