Feel better. Had something to eat, some fruit, and even though I was nauseous most of the night and all morning/day till just now, I was hungry when I took the tangerines ( Read more... )

Last year I said (quoted, actually):

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

I hope you ( Read more... )

Not really tired but the party was long and my day was pretty long and friends are ace. The three (count them: one two three) friends I have, I mean. Some part of me wishes Lisa hadn't been there, and LM had.

NaNoWriMo began for me without me really noticing - I was sitting at a bar writing a poem/song with the vampire and his two best friends ( Read more... )

If she hadn't been one of my best friends since I was twelve, I would have lusted after her by now. I know she's beautiful, I know men adore her and I know she always manages to find the coolest, sweetest, hottest boyfriends, but when I look at her I'm still thinking of us as twelve-year-olds, shy outcast first-years at highschool who befriended ( Read more... )

My ex is getting more annoying by the day. That's all I want to say on that matter.

The writing award's not very exciting anymore, the night-time conversations, the broken sentences and the often fitting absence of capitals is. Someplace I quoted and wrote a line in December that I wish was still true now.

And Indiana Jones is wondrously ( Read more... )

I wasn't drunk, I wasn't drunk all night, I wasn't even tipsy, until I took that cigarette at Open-Minded. There was a nice cover-band, and people, who talked to me, and I talked to them, and mm. And conversations about borderline and obsessive-compulsiveness and manic-depression and oxapram and termazepam and side-effects. Shaking someone's hand ( Read more... )

Don't you want to come with me - don't you want to feel my bones? Of ik haar mee wilde helpen met haar artikel, fluistert ze. Het volgende moment schiet mijn hoofd omhoog als aan de andere kant van de kamer Anneke, resoluut van mij wegkijkend, aan de redactie vertelt hoe Tad volgend jaar waarschijnlijk de columns gaat schrijven. Emma en Moniek ( Read more... )

Marty's party was full of Jelle's bad, corny jokes, and then LM thought he'd add to it with one of his own.

When I arrived I had a conversation with LM about thinking -> being, but not-thinking also -> being; intelligent intellectual philosophical conversations at birthdayparties are love.

Furthermore it appeared, to my endless amusement, that ( Read more... )

Don’t you want to come with me?
Don’t you want to feel my bones?

Jasmijn left a few hours ago, after an impromptu photoshoot of sorts that she hadn’t actually asked for. LM and SvV left around five in the morning, after watching The Ring 2, being disgusted by Playboy One for a few minutes (soft-core, fake and they're all so ugly), and talking and ( Read more... )

Saturday: can you spell drunk, pages flying up in the air, the SM, you can't walk on the grass, lasagna with a momentary sponaneously formed family, opening doors, being cold all night even with my leather coat on, Pieter Post at six am, Paris Hilton on MTV, Hot Babes & Younger Guys, the name of the band I keep forgetting - Nouvelle Vague - and ( Read more... )