Sunday, June 22, 2008
I am gothic, I am pale, I am scary, I am insane, I am a loner, I am cold, I feel special when people don't phone.
Kirsten Owen by Juergen Teller, mid 90s. Scanned by a.t @ tFS.
I am not going to sales.
Actually I did already if the recycling centre counts, and found Sex Pistols's God Save The Queen 7' for seven euros, you know the 1977 release? Amazing cover graphics. Oh lol lol I could be so rich if I wanted to be. Like the other day I was casually going through 80s French Photos (the magazines are really graphic too...if you know what I mean. Italian too.) at a used-books shop and then from a random basket I found Love On The Left Bank by Ed van der Elsken and I was like hey, this is the cool book that Le Portillon covered. Better get this and what do you know, it's the first English edition and stuff. I've also checked how much I can get from my stepdads 70s Ibanez mandolin. Planning to get out of here much? Just a bit, only a little bit. I've come up with this amazing plan: I'll use the money my mom gives me to buy boxes and bed linen and cutlery and then I'll only need a sofa which I can easily get for free from the same recycling centre and I guess a new home would be really vital too. I know how that will end up. If I ever get to describe my new imaginary home, it will probably start with the following sentence: stacks of magazines are about the only furniture.
I really want to go to my bead and continue reading Fight Club, I've wanted to start if for the past five years, but if I finish it I have only really heavy books to read and one cannot carry those casually in a handbag for bus rides. If I finish it, what are the chances that I'll find a book in same size and as catching that will make me forget mundande matters and makes me miss my stop? Life is so complex at times. I've been wearing the same Marimekko dress for the past three days and it's so comfortable. I can sleep in it too, because originally it is a sleeping gown. I've come to the conculsion that I've hated the idea of oversized for so long that now it's back and I can like the idea of me wearing it. If I just add some statement jewellery. Oh and the real reason of why I'm not going to sales of boutiques that carry designer labels, is because I have money left only for French Vogue and a trip to Arvika via Stockholm's American Apparel. Luckily the sales last forever and I'll get something cool and 70% off. I have it all planned out.
+ Last night I saw my friend's cat eat a small bird. There was just a glass door between us and when the cat was finished there were only feathers left. Why are my friends cats so evil :(
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