Can't recharge prepaid phone.

Can't text-message my love.

May die.

:((((

(Merry whatever-you-celebrate/Yule, ladies!)

*refreshes and refreshes and REFRESHES recharge page*

(Damn you, Vodafone.)

It appears I have about 2000 tags. Which is why no tags show up on my entries ever since LJ instated that stupid rule of 1000-tags-per-journal. So that's what I've been doing these past four, five hours - deleting and organising tags. And I'm still not finished.

Have read lots of random entries and it felt weird switching from one mood and/or ( Read more... )

Damien Rice tonight! :D

Do iPod Minis have voice recorders? I asked my brother to recharge his for me today, but I’m not entirely sure if it’s even possible. And I can't use my own MP3 player.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer, beware, beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air.

-Sylvia Plath.

Een achterstands kleurgemis
het besef dat klank geen kleur meer is

Starmaker.

Emile Ratelband? So fucked, btw.

And Astral Dating, Mina meeting Judith at last. Arclove.

And I'm writing again. Sporadically, and I doubt I'll let anyone read it, but at least I'm doing it.

Ik heb gebeld/ze weten ervan af.

(en we vergeten de blikken van de mensen in de stad)

ja.

En this is me, in the end. Voorbij het andere.

(and she wants to forward me to another place, and I'm thinking about stopping it all, say, forever, if it still exists)

And I need to make a phonecall tomorrow, arrange it all, but not what I talked about earlier. ( Read more... )

Like a draft, only not.