Today's mood: draw out a shotgun and put a bullet through someone's eye.

That's what hangovers do to you.

Die, bitches, die.

I couldn't care less, what shoots what, I just want to blow someone's brains out. You see, Sambo3D, we're not that trigger-happy in Europe, hence the lack of knowledge

Damn, that's why it didn't work.

Well well, look who's there... I was expecting my set to go live, but it's still shocking to see your face staring back at you at such early hour! An amusing surge of friendship requests, PMs and comments - I'll just have to deal with that, won't I?

I thought I'd make an Oscar style speech to go with it, so there - I wanted to thank everybody who made it possible, lovely Manko for shooting and editing, mrATOMIC for assistance on set and my friend Doris for beautiful clothes and location. Could it get any cheesier? Yes, if I would be crying my guts out like Gwyneth Paltrow, but that would definitely cramp my style, so I'll give it a miss.

Go and look!

Bloody hell, it's been such a month! Food and self loathing, and not even in Las Vegas... So yes, as you figured, I'm still wearing the damn turkey round my waist and hiding from any possible outings as it means I would have to bare my midriff/thigh/abs/waist; NO is the definite answer for now, and only time will show how long it is going to last... Don't you just hate Christmas?... I do love my new Chanel suglasses tho!

One good thing at least - I finally managed to photoshop and send off my hopefully first photoset (joint effort with lovely master-of-all-crafts Manko - ta ta star, I owe you a BIG drink). Hopefully it's gonna come up soon, what is an average for a new set anyway?....

Why do I always feel so damn charismatic when I have a drink too many? I do share Albertine's view on herself: a truck driver is alive in me too! I should really keep my mouth shut from now on. Or at least do it in style and cut my tongue off like Oldboy

Hey hey, as one of my darling gently pestering friends mentioned, it's time for a monthly update!! I'm doing a pretty lame job trying to record what's happening in my horizons cos I just can't type that fast So I better forget the real events and stick with bullshit, ha? After all, that's what they say you should do on online journals!

So - I've been going out all the time, blowing my head and senses off on all kinds of mind altering substances, being arrogant and rude to boring people (because that's what I like), getting epileptic fits from an overdose of strobe light, burning old bridges and building new.. Sounds true so far.. OK, and I've also been lavishly blowing tonnes of cash (not even mine) on most ridiculous, cute, fetishy haute-couture OTT fashion and afterwards I'd indulge myself into a spot of extravagant dining I've shagged sensless in most inappropriate places (some might start thinking that Manko person is my friend, devil forbid ). This kind of mere existance is really starting to bore me...

Wait, I can see flashback of some dramatically different events coming in.... I see a glimpse of myself rocking like a spastic in front of PC desperately trying to fit all the uni work I've been given, photoshoping my SG set (have I really done it?!) and all other mundane earthling things into one lifetime. That can't be true?! I much prefer the first scenario!!

Di goes out and trashes the place because she can't remember which is right.

I'm a liar, I know.

Hola all the SG whores!! I keep wanting to type TG, as in Torture Garden (london fetish night - for the ignorant or the ones in the darkness) that I was recently tempted into attending! I was happily lazing around after the LONGEST HOLIDAY EVER on a blissful sandy beach:



when a friend told me of a free guestlist.. You wouldn't turn that down, would you? So yeah, here I am, changing into my full - on latex gear



whilst lacing myself with absinth and shrugging at the thought of having to go to work the next day.. it was worth it in the end, as I haven't set foot into any fetish parties for a while and forgotten all the familiar gags of someone "accidentally" bumping into you on the dancefloor, and woohey, here he is, showing me his bare cock in a nearly erect state.. Would be fine, but a word "grandad" springs to mind And then there's dungeons and playrooms filled with fashionistas half - heartedly spanking each others merely to fit in. Of course, lets not forget the tranny with proudly displayed ff tits (have to show what you cashed out for!) and the dogs on the leash, and the fat bird and sailors.. My compassion goes for all the fellow cripples (damn those shoes!)

Ta ta.

p.s. work sucked.

Finally pieced my profile together, it's hard work! Being hangover is neither helpful nor fun in this matter, so I'm off to nurse my headache with a greasy dinner and - for the 100th time - lord of the rings. Grrr.