i feel like im Vietnamese and living in America..

So,
Hi there..
Do pardon the silence, I've been, distracted.. To say the least?
University, well.. Let's say that's like being slowly raped by monkeys.
And not the cool hot monkey kind..
The dirty fat kind. But hey, its free? Not.

Anyway, I'm supposed to move today. But well.. You know. Lifes a cookie.
And I hate cookies. Food = fat.

This won't ever make sense, this entry. But whatever.
I'm really disappoint. And yes, that's a word I use.
Trying to dumb things down. ;)
I'm homeless now.

I own a million[exaggeration] boxes with books and shit.
And I'm homeless now. So I live in a box.
You better fucking love me!

So, I've been listening to amy winehouse, seriously considering the coke diet.
Maybe ill patent diet cocaine and make a killing in Milan.
Beats having to beg for the room you were promised I guess?

Anyway,
Gotta go slit my wrists and get drunk.
Smile fookers.
Love <3

Born This Way and the Beatles :D

So,

Born This Way was released just hours ago,
some hate it, some say the hype surrounding the release was better than the actual song, calling it anti-climax. And im sure to some it was.
But whatever, fucking losers.
The song is epic.
Now some have called it not a song or a pop tune, but a "gay anthem"
and i say, even if it might be.. you're probably just experiencing something
called Hetero-jello.. where a heterosexual person feels left out, or neglected,
by a star.
Its common. google it.

<3

Anyway, go listen to the song HERE

Hope you enjoy it, did you? YOU FUCKING BETTER <3

anyway, i thought id just also say this..
the meat dress is still very high up on google.. how come?

The Beatles wore meat first.. i swear..

Anyway,
Did you like the song?
Was the hype bigger than the hit?

Dont be a drag, just be a queen.
love and such.
smile fookers.

FLAG BTW..

So,

#bornthiswayfriday is trending,
which is amazing.
I cant wait for the level of epicness that will be achieved this friday,
while BORN THIS WAY will be played on repeat.
As it should be.
obviously.

But not only is BTW coming this year,
Emilie Autumn is also promising us a new album,
Fight Like A Girl, its promised to be darker and more metal than Opheliac.
Hard core shit.. AHhhhh, im as excited as a whore on a carrot truck!

Although i dont have much to say today,
well, no more than i usually do,
i have written an article, and im hoping that it will get me a spot on the "perdeby" team.
If not,
i will post it here and you can all tell me how amazing it is.
If not, well, suck me.

Ive also recently discovered Tumbler.. follow me?

Otherwise, follow Emilie Autumn on Twitter,
Follow Lady Gaga On Twitter,
and for fuck sakes, follow me on twitter?

Now, smile fookers.
love and such.

Register Ho's. If he can do it, you can.

So,
i usually do not pay ANY attention to politics.
I like the posters as they are usually amusing.
But other than that, voting etc has never really been a concern for me.
This might also be because I've never been old enough to.
you know. vote. and shit.

Well, this year i can vote in the Municipal elections whatever the fuck that means.
When my friend Thorne told me about this,
i thought, meh, whatever.
But then he spoke to me and i decided to think for once.
And, being of legal age, and having the opportunity to vote is a privilege?

I mean, we are constantly bitching and moaning about how fucked up our politics are and what not, without most of us even having a fucking clue what they are about [guilty]
We constantly bitch and moan about wanting change etc, but we NEVER think we could actually you know, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
By registering to vote, and then actually voting, I have made a conscious decision to try and make a change. I want change, but i refuse to be a part of the movement towards it? Lazy fuck.

So go register, it takes a few minutes, do it!
And then actually vote, you wont be killing anyone, and you might actually be surprised by the outcome.
Or not, i dont know. I dont know shit about politics.
I just know its important.
[i sound retarded]

Anyway,
on to other things,
i believe im become morbidly obese as i crave KFC chips the WHOLE FUCKING TIME.
someone help me with this?
Its gross.
I could die.

Anyway,
i have to go watch Burlesque now, since im gay.

smile fookers.
love and other such frivolous things.

ps.
you can check out the DA's shit here :DA THINGS
Kinda confusing but probably useful.
And the ANC's here : ANC THINGS

pss.
i promise to never write about this kind of shit again.

psss.
I lie often about what i might not write about.

Follow Helen Zille

Lets fast-forward to a few years later...

So,
i spent weeks, months and yeah, that's it,
trying to get this bloody log in password.
Turns out my error was the email account,
and not the password.

Im a fucking genius baby.

Throughout the last few weeks, ive not been thinking nearly enough to be able to sew together some proper sentences.
So instead, my thoughts come out as tweets, bleebs or other short spasms of un-creative monotony.
But im sure that within the monotony we can find art, if we filter through the plain.

I have a new kitten, he is gray, has stripes down his back and answers to the name, Benjamin Parker, [totally stolen] He is fucking cute,
mum bought him a pink bell,
my younger brothers are sure he will now be queer and are plotting the removal of the said pink bell, and replacing it with a manlier baby blue.
I love my life.

I have to move out soon,
like. really really soon. soon soon.
However, the HAUS[gaga] to which i was supposed to move has decided to kick us in the delicate area, by fucking up its water pipes.
I had to choose between total Independence or a Shower..
My choice was difficult, but water won.

I have apparently been over-playing Alanis Morissette, i refuse to believe such nonsense. Frivolous talk to say the least!

I have a secret.
I never, ever, ever drink tea.
I hate it.
However, i love making it.
im a fucking walking contradiction and blasphemy spewing maniac.
Depending on what you consider blasphemy, i might not be your friend.

Anyway, im terribly bored with life atm.
University is proving more trouble than i would like to have allocated to it.
But alas, i have no say it seems.

I woke up this morning, and discovered our dogs are purple.
Thats right, not their usual white and black dirty useless color, a cheery sexually frustrated royal purple.
mum did this too,
to stop them itching.
Id fucking skin myself if i was them.
im a cat person.

I need to meet Yoko Ono..

Now, go and be happy.
smile fookers.
I love you.

ps.

a poem :

I have strung

I write post-ops for dreamers,
I know not what they felt.
But they don't care.
They merely lay there, belly up.
Like you've left you.

Even the rainbow dares not show,
Although the torrents of sacred african dreams, are running through my fingers.
Wasted as you and me are.
Too one another.

Comfort from a strange place.
A house with no choice but to keep me hidden.
How dare I complain, everything is given to my sort.
Type as I do, you run.
A grammatical error ruining my purity,
I think of me as more.
Ink smears on the purity of a habit.
A nun existent one she is. He was.

Within society and me, you've lost your place.
Obvious affection mixed with,
Empty worldly emotion.

I am the centre.
But its lonely here.

I've never been alone,
But lonesome feelings I've had,
A hundred times or more.
Abusing even me.

I am the centre.
You're not here

And i have strung my life out,
Like so many beads.
Useless objects dangling life-less.
A belly up serpent strung between two branches,
The sun burning, boiling the useless memories I’ve done,
Objects from here and there, aimless collection.

You just lay there,
And i have cut you to pieces,
You begged me.
Simply for the thrill of simple lines.
A master piece I’ve etched into you.

You are the centre.
I will not show.

p.s.s. :
Enjoy the vintage porn/art