too amusing

these were just too funny not to share- the prettiest faces ever. attractiveness and photogenic nature must run in my family.

insanities

i need to stop eating strange things before bed, as have been having the longest, most complicated, vivid dreams lately. and i remember the majority of them too. weird long involved stories. and i wake up not knowing whether they actually happened or not.
my brother said it sounds too much like little nemo in slumberland, by winsor mccay, whose book i was reading in joburg. amazing illustrations. i blame the cheese.

more bleh

so had wierd crap turn of events last night, which resulted in me drowning myself in red wine, top deck ice cream, toffee pudding and my body weight in whispers chocolates. not a very good combination at the best of times, but due to my problematic stomach, i feel like shit this morning. aarg. it feels like its trying its very hardest to claw its way out of my body in utter disgust with me. bastard stomach. wish it were made of steel, not this stupid reactive garbage bag that mine seems to be. it must learn the hard way, as must i.
so as a result, watched far too many dvds, ate way too much junk food, and drank too much to be at all healthy. so today its detox day- clear the system, starve it, eat good things only- all in preparation for another night of fun times. god i cant wait. when did things get complicated again.

bleh.

so ive been a terrible blogger lately, just too much admin and work to get through these days and havent had time to upload new pictures. its coming. learn patience. and fuck off and do something more constructive with your time. ha. i have time now, but cant really be arsed. dallas is on and i totally need to watch. far better priorities to manage. i kid and am turning wierd, but will be bothered to fix, upgrade, improve, write better and interest those poor sods who happen to come past this site.
have a great day.

arg

lack of sleep kills me. last night, being the first night in awhile that its rained, i slept for oh, must have been all of two hours. im not used to the sound of rain on my tin roof i think, or perhaps just couldnt turn off the brain noise either, but whatever it was, it wasnt fun. obviously as a consequence today im buggered and ratty. and its the perfect day for staying in bed, but ive got too much admin stuff to get done so have to run around and cant do nothing all day.
already the fun has began:
while in the shower this morning, priscilla, the cleaner working for my parents, calls out at my flat door that there is a delivery. i heard it was for michael, so already expecting something to arrive for my brother, i called back, while gargling soap, to take it through the side, dont open the door. not even 5 minutes later she's back screaming that its way too big and she doesnt know what to do. so sopping wet, freezing, and wearing anything i could find on my floor, without shoes, i bolt down to the front door to find out whats going on. haha. its a delivery of 40 bags (5kgs each) of blue pool plaster thats being delivered, but definately to the wrong house, as our pool is shiny blue and oh, full of water. not the idea situation. its been ordered by justin, no surname or reference given, and i suddenly find myself in blind terror that for some reason, my ex has delivered the crap as a joke to my house. not so haha. there's no real resolution to the story, which is wierd; i had to call the company to cancel it, while they tried to call the elusive 'justin' for response, and send the poor delivery guys driving around the neighbourhood in case they got the wrong address.

all this and now im freezing, soapy, without undies, and with four day old jeans on. not pretty.
hope people have a better start to the day than me.

taking the pissssss

im having way too much fun taking the piss entirely lately. just like life does to me on a regualr basis. and so as a tribute to this feeling, ive started a new blog. its absolute shit, and called so, so dont bother to read it.
i love this game.

best line in history

original message from brother:

"...magazines are lank fickle, mostly because they're managed by cunts that would know what good writing was if it was fisting them. Nice."

which made me nearly exploded i laughed so much.
closely followed by the second email, which arrived right afterwards, without any comment yet by me:

"Sorry the last part was meant to say "wouldn't know good writing if it were
fisting them." What I wrote originally was just rediculous. Gay."

this is all thats amusing today. im tired and reading too much stuff on the organisation of european cities. oh the exciting times that are today. its interesting in a small, rather hard core academic, lame way. i need to stop writing.

too much

whiskey, dancing, insanity, fun times, and laughs. party this weekend was fun. took photos (mostly terrible ones as was boozed so point and shoot doesnt work so well) and so they're up on flickr; i like some of them particularly faye proud of her boobs. thats what happens when you booze from two in the afternoon, starting with pina coladas. sigh. great. now its hardcore detox for the next week, otherwise my liver will get up out of my body and totally disown me. which isnt a pretty sight.

jokes on me

this is the not so pretty side of being a hair model- in that they make you look like a twat. and this is only work in progress, apparently there's more to come. god help me. you mean its possible to look more skunk. think my emo rating is going up. that and i totally lost all feeling in my ass after sitting in a hairdressing chair for over 3 hours, starving hungry. not so good.

ladies day

i have a big love for public holidays. havent moved much beyond my bed. best kind of days.

rough pretty

back from jozi and oppikoppi. still tired, and dont think my body is going to catch up for awhile. somehow im still blowing dust out of my ears, and picking it out of my ears. thats unfortunate, as is the state of my face. its the new rough look, dirty pretty, or as my wonderful brother reassures me, the not so pretty look. the two of us were well derelict. m is for messy. the festival was awesome, despite too many thorn pricks, getting lost around the camp site too often, and head butting the floor. the gigs were great, with lark topping the charts, (along with zZz from amsterdam and the limited bit of fokof i saw) and i dont think ive laughed as much, talked more shite, or drunk as much, ever. the ribs are still hurting. as is the liver. and the head. thought at one stage it would get up out of my body and run screaming away from me. too brilliant. didnt take a camera as would have broken it, lost it or generally fucked it up, but check out the levi's original music nighthawks project for pictures (they'll be uploaded over the next week)- they are way better, and more beautiful than i would have been able to do anyway. had much fun watching the boys attempting to be professional photographers while we got progressively more and more drunk as the evening wore on.
awesome.
next year im taking proper shoes though. i think i was the only dumbass with white shoes there, which are now not so pretty, just like my face. think they have both seen better days, but not better times.


post note- been trying to upload the photos for ages now and blogger is killing me. will try again later. stupid thing finally only worked a day later.

sicknesses.

ive got a cold. well the beginnings of one i think. it seems to have skipped the normal route of behaviour, and gone straight for the concrete snot, nasal infection, mixed in with a little bit of cough scene. not pretty i assure you. on sunday night, i was kept up for several hours, with my left nostril and consequently the left side of my face, aching with pain from the pressure. only to have the joy of every time i swapped sleeping side, for it to transfer to my other nostril. fun times. but hell work is over so anything else is a cherry on the top.