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!