~ Luciano Pavarotti dies.

~ Maya has another special announcement.

My day was completely wasted. I haven't done anything today. I've only hung around here and there and spent two hours in one of the rooms with T., Jag, and that new American guy, Craig, talking and listening to Jag/T.'s music.

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A few hours later. At LM's place. We cooked dinner, and ( Read more... )

A stingray spike to the heart?

Wait a minute.

I talked with Addy again today, and I brought Irwin's death up, and he let me know that stingrays aren't aggressive at all.

"He was probably fucking with prodding animals again, and then they get aggressive." Which is a point. I wouldn't be all too happy if I had that guy opening my mouth and counting my ( Read more... )

Steve Irwin's dead. All cliché shout outs of shock and sadness aside (the three of us were watching it on the news yesterday evening) - I said it about someone else, too, in September 2004, and here's it again: this is one of those things you don't imagine ever changing. No matter how many times your life would turn itself upside down, you could ( Read more... )