I got books to read for this weekend. currently it's
Talk Dirty to Me and I'm enjoying a mention from James Joyce.
When I go to bed at night it is a kind of torture for me. I will not write on this page what fills my mind, the very madness of desire. I see you in a hundred poses, grotesque, shameful, virginal, languorous.... Be beautiful and happy and loving and provoking, full of memories, full of cravings, when we meet.
there's my advice, kids: never settle for less than that.
in other news, we officially have no running water and I hope it gets fixed by tomorrow before I start punching the walls (or begging people for shower privileges).
do I recommend
American Psycho 2? starring Jackie from That 70s Show and Shatner? ah, no. but an evening with Stephen and his sister? very good.
other highlights: more books, talking & listening, getting
Ferris Bueller's Day Off, digging my
Lite Brite off the bus (and now I want the Mr T stencil thingy so I can get his mohawk right). I really need to find my
Speak & Spell. simple things, my joy.