I look like a weirdo and a psycho in normal life, so don't take this picture as all there is. I look much less depressed usually. It's almost party time. Whoopie! Also, I went to a really fun neat party, in a crazy old fancy house, with crazy cool fancy people. Co-op house rules.

The party was a fabulous success (at least this is what I hear from others who remember). I used all of the four hours I was up and aware on Saturday, and not cleaning, langourously stretched upon my couch. Sunday had many more hours, but not much more in the way of results. Today is Monday and I am back from afterpartyneverland. The house is back too. life should be good. It's raining. I wanted to have a much better entry today, but the computer is broken. I think Matt is stuck in the bathroom. I should let him out.

OK...he's safe now. God save the children, and that's all I have to say on that. So Paul set up this webcam thing and it's on as long as this computer is on. And ther are two cameras on outside and one inside. And there is this little window that pops up when I turn the computer on and it asks me to do something, and I'm usually not paying attention and I keep turning the camera on in the house. This is my apology to all the bitches who never want to see my cute ass on the camera and may at one time in the future have that opportuinity. And to the rest of you: Cheerio!

Man, I hate when I get caught up in excitability, especially over a grownup techno child star. Like waking from an acid trip or something, er, so I would imagine, uh yeah. Well I want to talk about plants, and how they are a great and easy replacement for children in our lives. Nature (or my social environment) has chosen to give me (and apparently many others) a desire to take care of (and/or absolutely dominate/control) a being which is moslty helpless; this is commonly referred to as parenting. At this point it is abundantly clear that way too many people are finding this desire and implementing it ad infinitum. I propose that we all learn to subtly interpret these so called instinctual desires on an individual basis rather than blindly giving into the narrowly accepted definitions as focused through our social lenses. Yeah, OK, rambling now. So anyways, plants are real cool. You can get them real small and, through a litle practice and patience, they become glossy green paragons of plantliness. Of course, not all of our (and let's not use the word experiments) children will grow up ideally. Some will never get the proper mixture of nourishment and sustenance that they crave unless slowly guided by a caring hand. You must monitor and steer the course of their eventual development. Care must be taken to not prejudge. Not all plants are created similar, each has its own quirks, which if properly coddled will yield an abundant mixture of fuits (of the physical, emotional, and metaphorical kind). Aw the joy of sculpture.

This is a big part of me. I will have to explore it later. Let's all focus on the Blumster.

She is something. Anyways I had this great posting about her, and I just hit the stupid back button and lost it all, grrrrr.... Here is a briefer summary. She's a cuter version of Brittney Spears who sings high-pitched to pretty neat techno beats. Her songs include: U-bahn ins Paradies (Subway to Paradise), about how his love takes her directly to heaven, Schmetterlinge (Butterflies), about the butterflies in her stomach everytime she sees him, and, my favorite, Du bist d'Insel (You are the Island), about how he's the island, the desire, the rainbow in the rain (im Regen der Regenbogen), so sweet. You can probab;y download some if you desire, it's not for the faint of heart, or ear. If you're really desperate I could post a song or two for you to try out. Maybe I've just revealed too much about myself. Dirty dishes man.


Looking alluring and very adulty sexual. Oh my lovely.