*Emerges from Tumblr, shaken*

God, it's weird over there. It's probably the only place on the internet filled with so many horny women and girls and rehashed/evolved 4chan memes gone wrong.

I kind of like it though. It's only every so often that I come across too much of that stuff, because I follow so many queer and feminist blogs. Instead I'm ( Read more... )

Somehow, tonight, I managed to cook tuna pasta with a lemon/creamy sauce, plus added sauté mushrooms, successfully, whilst inebriated, without destroying my home.

You have to agree that that is quite incredible.

I mean, come on. This is me I'm talking about.

So this is fucking awesome:

( Phallic Object attatched to clothed woman warning? )

Tried to go clothes shopping today but failed because I'm too picky.
Got attacked by a tiny, squirming, fluffy white puppy.
Set off the sensors in Recycle Boutique twice with my jacket...
Walked all over the place, I now have sore legs.
Maybe I'll have a bath in the morning.

This is not haiku
Rather just broken up lines
Dum-de-dah-de-dum.

So, the Women's Group/Music School concert that I've been panicking about for the last AGE just rushed by, so I've spent the weekend pretty relaxed.

Anyway, I just wanted to take the opportunity to plug this:

LINK FOR FUTURE LIVE WEBCAST OF OUR SONIC ART WORKSHOP OMG

( Cliffhange- errrr, CUT! )

So this morning I overslept and woke up at 10:30, meaning that was doomed to miss my only lecture today completely ( Read more... )

So I feel slightly sheepish ( Read more... )

Was at the Reclaim The Night after party last Friday night, after the march ( Read more... )

I realised tonight, albeit jokingly, what my true stance on being a vegetarian is:

That I can only be one when it's convenient to me.

Because the beef rendang at the Indonesian Embassy tonight was SIMPLY. GORGEOUS.
(I'm not really a vegetarian. I mainly eat vegetarian foods because my mother is vegetarian and therefore that's the diet at home. I ( Read more... )

Videotape - Radiohead

Heathrow Airport, early one Winter morning, long before light. Baggage collection - the smell of ozone - a British mother scolding her child - a horribly expensive coach-ride to Gatwick.

Huddled near to the back of the bus: my father on one side, a napping airport worker on the other. The day unfolds itself on the 45 minute ( Read more... )