ASS

It all began with someone telling me that a friend of mine smelled so bad like ass that he couldn't stand to be in the same room as her. And they were in a really big room. Then him saying some guy still made out with her. I guess there is no accounting for some people's tastes, lack of smell or desperation.

And at work the bathroom always smells like someone's dying in there. Like geez, I've had surgery and I have an intestinal disease and I NEVER have smelt that bad in my life. What the fuck do you people eat?!

But I got a kiss from this lovely gorgeous man I've been seeing around lately. He has a lizard like tattoo down his face and neck. It was most unexpected and lovely.
A friend showed up from Paris & I spent a large part of Sunday with the hot new guy at the club. The more I talk to him, the more I want him. Will have to consider this more...

Blogs I Love

I drag my often protesting body out of bed early every morning with the express intention of reading up on these 4 lives. Insane how you let a perfect stranger into your life and suddenly you're entranced by every minute detail they choose to impart.

Welcome to the world of blog - such a recent phenomena, and I love how it gives people a voice where they might not have had one before.

Melting Dolls

I love love love Bunny McIntosh - thanks to Jeff for introducing me to her.
She's sassy, she's Southern, she makes me laugh and is completely out there sometimes, I love it!



More Than Donuts



The Chris Ives Experience

A Tale Of Two Sisters

Greek Tragedy

The Autumn of My Discontent

It's amazing how much everything can annoy me when life seems to be spiralling out of control. I know it's a hell of my own making, but then I look around and see how other people "misbehave" and I can't help but cry to myself, why can't I just get a break once in a while?! I know that I am very fortunate, trust me, I do, but it still doesn't ease the pain of those incredibly lonely nights, the seemingly endless nights that make me miserable beyond what I thought possible. The fact of feeling life seep out of you (in so many different ways) is quite something to deal with, to process and to afterwards make the choice that you want life. I know that it's a huge thing for me that I've struggled on through every adverse situation that I've faced and somehow made it. I know that it shows my character and that I'm a strong woman, or perhaps too stupid to give in, lol, but then I hear sweet music that saves my soul once again. How much do I love house music, it's quite ridiculous. Honestly.

Time for "La Vie en Stereo" and it should be a great night. How can Mr. Morales' music speak to me just sooooo much? I remember I used to tell everyone how it was my therapy night. It so is.

"I just want to say I need you and it feels good when I'm with you, can't you see I just can't get enough, it's the feeling that I love.... Intoxicated"

Such powerful words that make me cry on the dancefloor and make my soul heal, ever a little bit at a time.



I want to learn to dance more with wild abandon. I want to let my soul be free. I want to learn to love more and hurt less.

The discoball's back baby!