Jan 11, 2006 16:52
Well, I am very mainly a happy bunny. 1050/3000w down, 2950 (&4000 more) to go.. It's getting cheesy, though. I have just described Plath's semi-autobiographical persona as a zombie showgirl. Methinks I have a career in two-bob trash girl journalism. Or chicklit, whichever gets me more free cocktails.
I feel I may have to fling myself out on the town tonight with my dear pal Payne. We'll once again grace the cavernous dancefloors of the Union club, where the paint's flaking off the walls and the men have no rhythm and the DJs no verve (although plenty of the Verve).
Been listening to the Schmibs all day and realising what an obscene and glorious song What a waster is.
music crush,
essay 3,
year of the fling,
the purple turtle