I am capable of murder(s).

This trim didn’t feel therapeutic. Often does.

“I don’t like women in skirts and the best thing is to wear pantyhose or some pants under a short skirt, I think. Then you have the pants under the skirt and then you can pull the stockings up over the pants underneath the skirt.

And you can always take off the skirt and use it as a cape.

It’s really the best costume for the day.
I have to think these things up.”

QUEEF

grilled chicken with roasted tomatoes and mushrooms and an arugula salad for lunch.
for desert, I’ll just stare at a vintage Blythe.

Λεει ο ενας:
“..ο έρωτας εξ ορισμού είναι δώρο που δεν το αξίζουμε. Μάλιστα το να σ΄αγαπούν χωρίς να το αξίζεις είναι απόδειξη αληθινού έρωτα. Αν μου πει κάποιος: σ΄αγαπώ επειδή είσαι έξυπνος,τίμιος, επειδή δεν κάνεις απιστίες, εγώ απογοητεύομαι, ο έρωτας αυτός μοιάζει ιδιοτελής. Πόσο ωραιότερο είναι να ακούς: είμαι τρελός για σένα κι ας μην είσαι ούτε έξυπνος, ούτε τίμιος κι ας είσαι ψεύτης, εγωιστής, κάθαρμα.”

Λεει ο άλλος:
“..Οχι! Διαφωνω. Οι χειροτερες σχεσεις, βασιζονται ακριβως σ’αυτο: οτι τα καθαρματα εχουν απολυτη επιγνωση της λατρειας που τρεφουν γι’αυτα τα αμοιρα θυματα τους.Ουε.”

ξαναλέει ο πρώτος:
“..σε κάθε ερωτική σχέση είτε το θέλουμε είτε όχι υπάρχει πάντα ένας που αγαπάει κι ένας που αγαπιέται. Τελεία…”

GAWD
τι γινεται τώρα?

[download and play on repeat]

dansez avec moi, ce matin

lawng overdue mothah dawling, but I finally saw Grey Gardens and The Beales of Grey Gardens.
life changing.

watching Dark Shadows (1966) in the dark, windy garden. fitting.

in the middle of my morning pee pee, this little gal came up and started talking to me.

Moon lit Mary

I want to pet Boubi but he’ll instantly pee himself in a random mix of joy, fear and retardation.

: I pet him. He peed.

David Lynch tweets: “I really love projects. Last weekend I worked on my paintings & some photography. Also working on some Flash animations.”

How cute and correct.

I other news, we ate so much again, I can safely assume I will have no abs come morning. Fail.

In main news though, you are too wonderful. Too, too.

eating at Gola, Myconos. Beetroot sorbet with raw meat, GAWD!

Honestly, my great ambition at this point, is to unlearn to sleep on the left side of the beds I find myself in.

driving a 60s convertible VW around Myconos’ far off and uninhabited, forgotten parts, listening to Greek 60s psychadelic hits, as the sun was setting, totally felt like going back in time. trippy.

Last night was delicious.

a silent noise.

I let my cleaning lady go, after 10 years of her systematically wrecking my home and belongings. The one taking her place, is currently on vacation, so today I ventured to use the washing machine by myself. It was a riddle and quite scary, but I called and emailed people for advice and I even ironed afterwards, which is a feat best left to professionals. All in all, I felt triumphant. And clean.