There is nothing quite like internet love...

So guess who finally has her internet access back?

Exactly.

Finally, I can return to frolicking in cyberspace, give and receive valuable entertainment and stop wasting my time with living an actual life.

* Horace of course is brilliant. As per request, I deliver the following pictures, in chronological order of growth:

I don't think I've shown you the babybabybaby pictures, have I?

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These where shot by P_Mod back in... december? when Myra got her wtbq set.

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He was so tiny!

And we know, it looks like a family portrait. We planned on getting married just to justify those pictures but then though nah.

This one is mini because I'm not supposed to make any of that shoot public yet, so you need to keep this secret with me. The clothes I'm wearing are made by me.



And these are the newest, from about two weeks ago. He's now 7 months old.

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He's 19,3 inches tall and weighs 48 pounds, in case anyone's interested.
He'd also be really well behaved if he wasn't a teenager these days... he gets his impertinent 15 minutes every few days when he drives me crazy.
Oh, the wonders of hormones and children discovering their sexuality.

But he constantly invents his own games. The other day while I was brushing my teeth he first sat down in the shower cubicle, and then stuck his nose down the drain until it was completely sealed. The drain, that is.
Following this, he delighted himself in blowing dog~breath down the pipes until it resurfaced through the other drain in the bathroom floor, creating a myriad of surprisingly noisy bubbles.

Like blowing air through a straw into your glass.

It smelled like dead ass, but he thought it was the greatest thing on earth.

Enough on Horace, I feel too mommy~ish already.

* Here I am by BrianHortonArt, with Ronja.



* Going out has proved utterly worthless this winter.

No good shows, no money to spend, and friends developing unreliability.
On one hand, I suffered from severe novelty fatigue while out, on the other I was bored out of my mind at home.
But every single time I summoned the energy to make myself glamorous, it ended with GHB in my drink, worthless fights not even good enough to brag about, unexciting people, unenergetic music, uninspiring everything, no drugs, or worse ~ drugs of terrible quality.

Everything was mediocre.

You go out, you drink, and all around you amounts to utter blandness. I can't even recall anything that happend, which shows how bland it was.
The most dispicable event occurable while going out is not "having a horrible night where a thousand horrible horrors happened", but discribing it afterwards as: "Uh... I don't know. Nothing, really."

So fuck that.

I stayed at home and made clothes.

* I vaguely remember being in London, it was a blur.

I hated it.

I hated it for spending, in four days, the same amount of money I could have lived off a month in Berlin and unable to account for where it went, simply because it went for food and a roof. The boy and I bummed everything else, and I wasn't even pleased with the fact, since mostly we bummed from Zak.
But one day Inge will be rich, and then he can take care of Zak and me, and then I'll be rich and take care of Zak and Inge, and I want to include Adria in this list, when we all meet in Nowosibirsk or Sao Paulo or Algier.

It was just all scrambling around with nothing working the way it should and fading from one clump of drunk people screeching in high pitched voices into another. And art people.

I did, however, cut this ugly guys hair in the middle of the club after Zak's show. I was desperately necessary and I had nothing else to do.

Observe:









He looks so happy! That was probably the closest he got to a woman in years. During the process, he kept worrying what his mother would think.

Charley said she saw him a few weeks later and he looked exactly the same, he had done nothing to minimize the damage I had done. Pretty funny.
I don't know whether they where all scared, since I was still there, with scissors, but everyone agreed it was such an improvement.

Now that I type this, I remember I was so convinced by my altruistic motive that I made the effort to march back through half London to "borrow" the scissors from a pub we'd passed earlier. I was really drunk.

But the only really pleasant thing was visiting Manko and just drinking and smoking all her strawberry cigarettes from Tokio.

Seriously, thanks for that, it was the only episode which was stress free and enjoyable.

This sums up the entire journey:





* This one time my relatives in the US brought me two starfish they had scraped from the bottom of the sea while collecting lobster and such, and in a joyous frenzy i dumped about a pound of salt into their bucket.

I mean, they came from the ocean. And stuff.

I was eight.

Myra and a friend, borderline sociopathic, used to build the "bumblebee park" with little trees and grass and pools and tiny cardboard houses.
To prevent them from flying away they cut off their wings.

When Inge was a kid, he built this slingshot and fooled around with it in the yard, randomly shooting pebbles in every direction.
At some point, he heard a thump and a little bird dropped dead out of a tree.

He hadn't aimed at it, he hadn't even known it was there. He started crying.

Please tell me your tragic unintentional child animal slaying stories.

* Besides all that, I went to Barcelona to do porn without fucking. It was porn because other people fucked.
It was a fucked up, draining, bizarre, somewhat noteworthy and sometimes funny out of desperation experience, which I honestly mostly recall as a blurr of substances and intellectualizing of the matter.
I don't even know if I was there.

Or what really happened, exactly.

Or if I want to see the result.

EDIT: Nevermind, I saw it. It's hilarious. And I look like an annoying bitch with a pubescent attitude. Which is probably very close to the truth.

I shouldn't even have mentioned that, Albertine will snicker, DeeDee and Ira will go "Oh jesus..." and ZakSmith will get mad at me.

* Hey, naked pictures!

My friend Cat took these picture for a school project. They are the most stripped down naked and bare pictures of me that exist. I have no make~up, no clothes, no done hair, no jewellery, no poses, no photoshop.

Enjoy.









And while working.











And my favorite:



* And here you go, because sharing is caring. Especially with awesome music, beautiful people and radically avant~garde set designs.