Monday Schmonday.

Sitting here in my new skintight synthetic-as-fuck leggings with jeans print. Never really been a fan of pants and this is my newest way of avoiding them. They do a pretty good job.

Dentist again today. Had my canine filled. Without anesthesia, again. He called me hella tough, which was okay. Then it started hurting like a bitch and I growled. He told me 'I was a big girl'. I rageparaded. Real bad. Fuck up.

Now drinking Dr. Pepper and eating Kettle's Seasalt & Crushed Black Pepper chips. Because they're my favourite. They're all fancy and lovely untill you bite one of 'em pepper bits and they turn rancid for a moment. Nasty & Nice is the new Sugar & Spice. Exactly how I like my men, gorgeous with occasional flashes of gruesome ugly.

I'm listening to this free CD I got somewhere. The Uncut, or something. It's called The Velvets Revolution, and it has 15 different bands inspired by the Velvet Underground on it. Ace Dia likes this. Sent it to Noelle earlier so have the YouSendIt-urls for the next week.

Part 1.
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Be my guest.

This week's planned full. Tomorrow I'm going to friggin' Belgium, to make some photographs of this painter's work for my uncle's TV-show. That's his excuse for asking me, though he let it slip to my mom he suspected I'd be asked to model for the guy. Whatever. Belgium. Belgians. Nay.

Wednesday is painting day. Me and the motherperson will scrape my new room bare, clean it and paint the whole thing. Temporary measures, if after a month or two I figure the whole living there thing is working out, we'll redo the room for serious. But right now it looks like it's barfed out by some nearby construction site so something has to be done.

Thursday, friday, saturday, sunday and monday I'll be working at the Millionaire's Fair. I find this unnervingly hilarious. Mini glitter dress and high heels were mentioned in my job description. I'll be doing it together with Bo, so it should be fun. I can't wait to see Bo in a mini glitter dress.

Friday night's the opening of Violent's mini exposition, so will drop by there. After that Maniac and I are gonna do arty farty stuff, and saturday morning's school. Last saturday I spent 2 hours splattering indian ink on bigass paper, by means of 'getting acquainted with the ink'. The two hours after that were spent sitting on a stool listening to people. I felt like a 14 year old justly struck with puberty, the way I couldn't sit still and fidgeted all the time. I just really didn't care 'bout all the others' work that much. At least not enough to act the part. Mild shock arose at my sketch, most found it gross. When asked if I'd used real blood, I saw suspicion in their eyes. Apparantly they all thought me capable of it. Good. I can't wait to see their reactions next week.

I can't wait till I live in Ams again so I can properly divide my attention and see all my friends whenever I want. This splitting up time thing's appalling.

G -now officially dubbed Bowser- took me on a wild crusade through town saturdaynight, but I wasn't feeling it. Sorry for being boring.. Twelve hours straight of booze and bullshit, and now I'ma have to listen to Slayer for a solid week before I can get the R'nB out of my system. Ear Detox. It was a strange night.

Have this urge to harass Krime to curl up and cuddle with him. He's far from cuddly, but the urge is still there. Dunno what's keeping me from actually doing it, besides unpractical time management. Not like I ever gave a damn about that..

Don't know why I'm incapable of writing correctly today. Just not feeling full sentences. Deal with it.