let's all make cheesy 70's porn.

hey sugar take a walk on the wild side

so i am leaving in a few days for a short northern hols of sorts, then i'll be back and posting regularly again, sorry for all the random absense. for now, enjoy the lovely grace slick, christopher reiger, and some s&g.

xxx

i'll be back soon, my dears!
xx

because i have time before i go out on this glorious friday night, (aka i love christopher reiger).

this fucker is my best friend.

hmm, i lied a bit

i said no posts until sunday/after, but seeing as i was rudely awoken from my lovely migraine-induced slumber, and am feeling a bit ranty, i figured i'd post something that i actually wrote (for one!! shocker).
sometimes, things happen that make you want to die. they make you want to shit-your-pants laughing. sometimes, people are so ridiculous that you can't do anything but sit there gaping while this ginormous swoop of laughter builds up in you and you try so hard to quell it but it simply can't be done. it simply has to escape. it usually leaves you writhing around in hysteria, and usually lasts quite some time so that everyone around you kind of gives each other these looks (pure 'wtf') but somehow, that makes it even funnier.
there are several (hah) things that reduce me to this mess of laughter. fat people who think they are fierce bitches (i'm sorry, but not really). those random moments of pure funny. george bush getting owned by shoes. most kinds of ownage, granted they are extra hilarious. shirts and pants, steven adler style.
very recently though (like, right after i woke up sincerely pissed and i don't mean drunk), i stumbled upon a new super hilarity.
drum roll please, people who apply (with a terrible effort) fake beauty marks, then pose (most likely all alone in their room, at an arm or two's distance from the laptop) on their bed and smirk in such way that you know, you just know! that they think extremely highly of themselves. i mentioned this to someone.
"also, i really want to know all the tricks of how-to-sit-on-your-bed-all-alone-and-smile-retardedly-while-taking-pictures-of-yourself."
that.
it's a lot funnier if you actually see the pictures, but because i am not a TOTAL bitch or e-flamer, i'm not going to post them. i'll leave it up to your imagination. (btw, this is all true. i kid you not).

on a lighter, rant-free note, i can't wait to tell you guys what i'm working on, but i'm going to wait until i'm done working on something for it first!

mmmmmmmmm

i'm working an on exciting new project, so until i tell you guys what it is, i'm going on a short hiatus of about . . . four days.

xx

i want stiv bators.

unfortunately, he is dead. which just further proves the theory that the only people i'm ever in love with are dead or married to beautiful somalis (david bowie).

"i would fuck jimi."

this is my summer.. as you can see it's all about bright stained lips and rompers, the chloe boots, dirty hippie chic, daiane's sandals with crazy dresses and bustiers, some cyrinda foxe and always always always bowie, baby
also i want me a stiv bators!!!!

ugh, in love again.

here is what i like even better BOWIE BABY OGOTTOGOTT!!!!!

here is what i hate.

people who don't know the difference between your and you're.

here is what i do like
magdalena
and olga sometimes when she accompanies her.

germinal baby, you do it every time.

ive posted skate photos before, and i started enjoying it even more after i recently was in paris and took lots of photos of my friend tucker skating at bercy. for now, settle (more like weep with joy at the beauty of) germinal's..

i just can't keep from crying.

i'm back, unfortunately. i miss amsterdam and david and his bike and eating turkish pizzas and baklava and watching benny lava late at night,.

this is like albi or something and yeah im the one on the right okej.

GOODBYE im off to amsterdam now.



<3 u sid.