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Well there my ladies and lads...I shall be working my ass off this week-what with my regular work and then an extra added bonus of being asked to hang around the roseclub in return for money and alcohol-in skimpy outfits(thats nothing new, now though is it?), just have to shake what my mother gave me on a tiny podium with my grrrls..yay!getting paid for doing not a lot is so great!
hurray!
thanx to our short stint-which shall continue tomorrow and on saturday, we have been offered a few more well paid teasing traps...
here are some pics from our myspace site:
I am dedicating this journal entry to my favourite lady miss allcatsaregrey
long may our days of laughter, vivienne westwood, kinkinis, cats, cigarette smoke, pink bedrooms, shared shoe pictures, cake, victorian mystery tv series, glamour, red lipstick, over-sized sunglasses, hugs and kisses, loving text messages, hand holding and giggles and countless other beautifully glowing things which are honestly too multiple to mention reign.
and remember:
you can never accesorise enough.
long may our days of laughter, vivienne westwood, kinkinis, cats, cigarette smoke, pink bedrooms, shared shoe pictures, cake, victorian mystery tv series, glamour, red lipstick, over-sized sunglasses, hugs and kisses, loving text messages, hand holding and giggles and countless other beautifully glowing things which are honestly too multiple to mention reign.
and remember:
you can never accesorise enough.
The Vegas Show Offs
30.4.06
Gebaüde 9
Deutz-mühlheimer str. 127-129
Burlesque show with gogo crazy- djanes kitty atomic and miss stereo
yay!
30.4.06
Gebaüde 9
Deutz-mühlheimer str. 127-129
Burlesque show with gogo crazy- djanes kitty atomic and miss stereo
yay!
well the truth is that im sitting in a smoky cold room at 1.30AM and am alternating between two songs that seem to be stirring some sort of blizzard of emotions in me right now...
david bowie-life on mars
yyys-gold lion.
im so tired and sad.
i dont know what to do.
i wish i could just click my red heels together and end up home.only to be honest i wouldnt really know where those red shoes would be taking me..and dorothy certainly knew where she was heading for and thats why she got there,
david bowie-life on mars
yyys-gold lion.
im so tired and sad.
i dont know what to do.
i wish i could just click my red heels together and end up home.only to be honest i wouldnt really know where those red shoes would be taking me..and dorothy certainly knew where she was heading for and thats why she got there,
oh yes...so had a little spontaneous trip down vegas' literary memory lane...i.e my old journal entries and the nostalgia was just brimming over..i feel like a tired old bag now..i have changed quite abit since then.but some things always stay the same dont they...
such as my habit of always repeating the same old silly little anicdotes over and over again.
such as the one when i was standing at the train station..lighted my fag..dropped my lighter back in the bag..turned around...looked at the sky..my watch..the strange little man on the other platform giving me weird looked...which isnt exactly unusual..you get a lot of funny looks over here..but sometimes i think..oh is my mobile ringing and i havent heard it...so i turned to my handbag to check and...my hand bag was up in flames...yes tahts right folks in flames..the lighter had carried on burning in my bag..so yes it all ended with a lot of blowing out and bla...interesting eh.
sorry to bore you with such trivialtites but im not all too pleased about my present life so id rather delve into my past archives of amusement than just winge about my true sorrows.im trying to improve my present life and hence my future and one of the things i would vey much like to improve is updating my sg journal.my journals do seem to be quite difficult to read cause of my abliteration of punctuation but you know good comes to those who wait and so on....bear with me.im coming home.
such as my habit of always repeating the same old silly little anicdotes over and over again.
such as the one when i was standing at the train station..lighted my fag..dropped my lighter back in the bag..turned around...looked at the sky..my watch..the strange little man on the other platform giving me weird looked...which isnt exactly unusual..you get a lot of funny looks over here..but sometimes i think..oh is my mobile ringing and i havent heard it...so i turned to my handbag to check and...my hand bag was up in flames...yes tahts right folks in flames..the lighter had carried on burning in my bag..so yes it all ended with a lot of blowing out and bla...interesting eh.
sorry to bore you with such trivialtites but im not all too pleased about my present life so id rather delve into my past archives of amusement than just winge about my true sorrows.im trying to improve my present life and hence my future and one of the things i would vey much like to improve is updating my sg journal.my journals do seem to be quite difficult to read cause of my abliteration of punctuation but you know good comes to those who wait and so on....bear with me.im coming home.
so first of all i thought id update my journal with a picture of moi....seeing as i have changed my appearance ever so slightly since my profile pic was taken....
im listening to shit on the radio...this really weird guy on xfm...i dont know whats going on over there...
so whats the news mr postman?
well guys and dolls...in the whirlwind world of vegas the times have been a changing...thats a hairspray
quote by the way.yes that came out of the mouth of the lovely lady above.the divine divine.
oh and yes yes i shall be performing my own bit of burlesque in a ball room near you soon...near you means near me,.dont expect me to come moseying own down to cockfosters.i went to cockfosters once.was always intrigued by the tube announcing cockfosters as its final destination. there wasnt alot of action going on down there though...just a load of old smoke.
if i were mike skinner...actually no more like ritchie...rik mayall bottom ritchie..
then i would say this one goes out to my favourite birds..the ones with the most smashing blouses of all....phwoar!my kitten allcatsaregrey and jules.
suicide makes me want to lie naked and writhing on the floor with pointy black boots poking me all over.
im listening to shit on the radio...this really weird guy on xfm...i dont know whats going on over there...
so whats the news mr postman?
well guys and dolls...in the whirlwind world of vegas the times have been a changing...thats a hairspray
quote by the way.yes that came out of the mouth of the lovely lady above.the divine divine.
oh and yes yes i shall be performing my own bit of burlesque in a ball room near you soon...near you means near me,.dont expect me to come moseying own down to cockfosters.i went to cockfosters once.was always intrigued by the tube announcing cockfosters as its final destination. there wasnt alot of action going on down there though...just a load of old smoke.
if i were mike skinner...actually no more like ritchie...rik mayall bottom ritchie..
then i would say this one goes out to my favourite birds..the ones with the most smashing blouses of all....phwoar!my kitten allcatsaregrey and jules.
suicide makes me want to lie naked and writhing on the floor with pointy black boots poking me all over.
oh honestly!i just spent a bit of a bloody while updating my journal...not yonks or anything....by the way if you dont know smack the pony, then you won't find that last comment the slightest slither of interesting...
anyway it was all about the boner sensations of sitting on johnny rotten's lap...i can't be bothered to go into the anicdote greatness of the story...you'll have to think up your own..stuff...i'll just post the pics as a sort of whats the story morning glory thing at the end of this entry..
i have this annoying habit of throwing hissy fits whenever simple things go wrong(-i"f all the big stuff goes wrong cant the little stuff go right?!") at the moment so please excuse the mood...its quite sad really seeing as i dont journal slut too often..but if you could hear the slamming of my grubby fingertips on the keyboard you'd understand...smile and probably look away....
i have cocoa powder on my lips and am listening to there goes the fear by the doves and now im smiling again and if i were in a film the sun would come out right now-perhaps it has...i dont know im sitting at the back of a murky student internet cafe...
i hate students...i assume only because i cant be one..
but come on lets all generalise now...we know we love to..most of them are stinkin hippies..
singing here comes the sun in the pouring rain...it wasnt even pouring but the way humans shit their pants whenever the sky so much as sneezes would lead you to believe the very ocean had slopped on their heads...at the traffic lights all dressed in black doesnt seem to get a lot of smiles around here..only please dont harm my handbag glances...but you know i love it...this life...grrrr its so sassy so fiesty so im so angry and happy and wet outside and inside...down there...i want to fuck...rip each others limbs apart...
pics stolen from
allcatsaregrey
listen to my heart is an apple by arcade fire....
anyway it was all about the boner sensations of sitting on johnny rotten's lap...i can't be bothered to go into the anicdote greatness of the story...you'll have to think up your own..stuff...i'll just post the pics as a sort of whats the story morning glory thing at the end of this entry..
i have this annoying habit of throwing hissy fits whenever simple things go wrong(-i"f all the big stuff goes wrong cant the little stuff go right?!") at the moment so please excuse the mood...its quite sad really seeing as i dont journal slut too often..but if you could hear the slamming of my grubby fingertips on the keyboard you'd understand...smile and probably look away....
i have cocoa powder on my lips and am listening to there goes the fear by the doves and now im smiling again and if i were in a film the sun would come out right now-perhaps it has...i dont know im sitting at the back of a murky student internet cafe...
i hate students...i assume only because i cant be one..
but come on lets all generalise now...we know we love to..most of them are stinkin hippies..
singing here comes the sun in the pouring rain...it wasnt even pouring but the way humans shit their pants whenever the sky so much as sneezes would lead you to believe the very ocean had slopped on their heads...at the traffic lights all dressed in black doesnt seem to get a lot of smiles around here..only please dont harm my handbag glances...but you know i love it...this life...grrrr its so sassy so fiesty so im so angry and happy and wet outside and inside...down there...i want to fuck...rip each others limbs apart...
pics stolen from
allcatsaregrey
listen to my heart is an apple by arcade fire....
well here i am....still around as usual....only perhaps not as round seeing as i have lost a bit of weight and have spent this morning turning my insides out...
haven't been on here for a while for various reasons...but you know we dont like those lamoes thtat just go on about their terribly tragic problems...
so no!i shall not join the club of lamoes...
one of my work colleagues is called lama...
which brings me to the subject of work....i now work at H&M...great stuff...being a slave in the bedroom is something very different to slaving in a non sexual way....i just dont find it enjoyable...but theres now two lovely aldies that work with me and they just make it all so much better...like a permanent kiss on my work sore...
badly drawn boy always kisses me better too...
am going to mosey on down to the corner shop now for ice cream and coke and something else crappy...i'll be a round again soon...hahhahaha!not very amusing i think i heard someone mutter in the back row...well i wasn#t talking to you anyway mister.
i want lou reed tattooed on my arm...
Isn't this a lovely picture....
its just so flabberghastingly scrumdiddlyumptious to know that my crew ....is my crew...is the best bunch of pirate ladies to ever set sail on the high seas...are always there for moi and also have great taste in shoes...except for poor minx...whose shoes have decided to spontaneously combust...
as in the drummer from spinal tap...
i am now officially playing a role called PV thats V as in the roman numero 5...P5 NOT peevee....peevee just doesnt sound as professional and mysterious now does it...
p.s. im getting this funny sort of feeling that i cant spell anymore and that my grammar has gone all goobledeegook...but before you start rushing in your outcries of shame on you for demeaning sg's literary talents i would like to remind you that i have infact been in the land of herman, karl-heinz, franz, beer, pretzels and sausages for almost 4 years now...
yes i did watch mary poppins last week and i thought it was just supercalifrajilisticexpelidocius...and to put the cherry on top of my spelling talents i shall now go look for the proper spelling...
which is..
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
ooops.....
its just so flabberghastingly scrumdiddlyumptious to know that my crew ....is my crew...is the best bunch of pirate ladies to ever set sail on the high seas...are always there for moi and also have great taste in shoes...except for poor minx...whose shoes have decided to spontaneously combust...
as in the drummer from spinal tap...
i am now officially playing a role called PV thats V as in the roman numero 5...P5 NOT peevee....peevee just doesnt sound as professional and mysterious now does it...
p.s. im getting this funny sort of feeling that i cant spell anymore and that my grammar has gone all goobledeegook...but before you start rushing in your outcries of shame on you for demeaning sg's literary talents i would like to remind you that i have infact been in the land of herman, karl-heinz, franz, beer, pretzels and sausages for almost 4 years now...
yes i did watch mary poppins last week and i thought it was just supercalifrajilisticexpelidocius...and to put the cherry on top of my spelling talents i shall now go look for the proper spelling...
which is..
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
ooops.....
