the noon sun is
so rude, RUDE.
my senses are being raped by the noon sun.

i bought a hyacinth plant from the local ghetto super market.
seduced me on the checkout line.

now let’s all go to re-pot it.
under the RUDE noon suns.

my kingdom for some peanut butter pretzels.
and I finally need to try a cornDAWG dammits.

[Tourette’s Syndrome day.]
Can’t stand my cleaning lady [of 8 years].
she totally ruins my Friday mornings.
and no way in hell am I leaving her alone in the apartment
she needs.. encouragement, otherwise she slacks off.

i just got the ad I did for the aids campaign

in other news, Parisian girls are the ultimate.

i did something I can’t tell. It involved a friend, money and a girl from Ukraine. But I can’t say. No, stop twisting my arm.

and lastly:

Rehearsals are going very well,
did a few shoots for mags,
hung out with L, S, Y, A, F.
Much stress regarding the ***** ******.

[/Tourette’s Syndrome day.]

i just heard this:
“..there’s a defense mechanism. it’s called “reaction formation” where basically you hate what you love and you love what you hate.”

and then i read this:
“..when you meet someone and you immediately dislike them, always remember you are seeing a reflection of yourself—there is something you don’t like about yourself that you’re not owning up to. When you see it in someone else, then you don’t like that person, but in reality you are being displeased with yourself.”

fascinating shit, psychology.

woke up at 6am after a stressful dream. had cups of coffee in the veranda, smoking until the light came out. i get scared in a vampiric way, of the first light of day. [rhyme] takes a few minutes/an hour to accept it.
must have hair cut, pick up dry cleaning, then go to photoshoot.

[clicky kind]
Bai Ling is so sweet, I visit her diary everyday. The way she comments on her life, the way she sees the world, is so genuinely innocent and disarming. Her way of describing the sunlight, the wind blowing, tasting things, her mood swings, her worries and simple joys, is so endearing.
The fact that most Americans don’t understand her genuine sweet and uncensored way and often dismiss her as a slut, bla bla etc, makes me love her even more. [this woman can also really carry a wig on her head, unlike many hydrocephalic cunts on film.]
She was uber splendid in the Hong Kong film Gaau ji.

[click photo for big+color]

this Saskatchewan artist re-purposed an abandoned farmhouse into a life-sized dollhouse in the middle of a field. source

    on a day off, you can see forever.

this has now reached 263 repeats on my itunes since I found it 2 days ago. [ipod plays excluded]
I give you “L’oiseau Et L’enfant” with Marie Myriam from Eurovision 1977.

I would like you to make exaggerated dramatic faces as you lip-sync it.

to sleep as much as possible
—
pretend that people aren’t odious
—
eat less
—
not get into a fight with the film’s hair stylist
—
remember heath ledger

cookies and milk.

in other news, let’s make something very clear;
coral is more orange than salmon which is more pink, acrylics speaking, always.

we do what we must, we go by any way we can, we all want to be good and we all want to prosper.

what the buttfuck is this lovely song called?
it’s so..
..melancolic parisian euro-pop. and stuff. so Cadinot.
I extracted it from Wanda’s podcast using skillz.

do tell.

*edit*
Le mystère est résolu ! Grâce au D.Smith de France.
C’est la chanson “Elise” de Pierre Groscolas.
Paroles et Musique: Pierre Groscolas, M.Jourdan 1974

Merci bien!

not going to say.
it’s mine.

8:30am alarm
8:45am coffee intake
9:00am shower
9:20am mini italodisco party
9:45am out the door

mission if I wish to accept it:
10:30am rehearsal