saintadatha

apparently my ego is big and fat and disgusts her...
as she disgusts herself.

it begins "fuck you"
and ends "you are wonderful."

o-kay...



aside from this, everything is pretty much cool in my neck of the metaphorical woods.
in fact, possibly including this. strange that...



things i've begun again:

tarot, at least a little, and the related laying aside of incessant spitirual cynicism. getting in touch, as my friends would say, with my hippy roots. or something equally demeaning...

reading fiction. i know i shouldn't, but the count of monte cristo's got me by the curlies.

watching fiction. "jules et jim," "groundhog day," "atanarjuat" ... all great! it's unsurprising, for those who know anything about me, that i have missed the art of the story, whether visual or literary, quite as much as i have.

looking up. you really can't beat it. i mean to say: the sky is so much more interesting than the pavement. no?

digging out the hip-hop and enjoyable jazz, especially subtle and sage francis, for the former, and mingus (tijuana moods!!), davis, and the fun-fun-fun of the mcraes for the latter.

in fact, now that i think about, perhaps spring has just sprung... or at least is springing?



i found a note under my door from a young lady that i have yet to meet in person the other night. it was on two pieces of notebook paper, in red ink. it read:

sheet one: "Addie. ?"
sheet two: "can't wait to..."

don't leave mi in suspense, woman! can't wait to ... what?!



oh, celeb-spotting. sort of.
kelly osborne was getting wrecked on champagne in the bar lastnight.
as my manager said:
"she doesn't know who i am. doesn't she realise i'm somebody around here..."

yes, dad.



it looks like the american doctorate is likely to remain unsatisfied:
fees and funding... money money money...

oh well.



recommend a film. the more wonderful the better.

the best one wins something.
i'm not sure what yet, but something.

... and be sure to hold me to that!

question: why's everyone so busy these days?


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