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Packing up for LA...where does a girl start!
Gold lamé bikini - check…
Tiny live wingless bat plus $10k wingless bat travel bag - check…
Shades a la Timmy Mallet - check…
Let's, like, totally go!
i know new york is the city that never sleeps, but i always seem to manage finding some z's there. contrary, los angeles doesn't seem to have a single place for you to sit down, let alone a moment for you to even consider sleep. i got off of a seventy nine hour flight the other day only to find myself transported from sunny scotland to the evil land of lax, which holds a decievably shiny new realm of questions, autographs, promotions and photograps, shows, autographs, questions, photographs... i think i've slept but that could've been a dream, i'm too afraid of the answer to ask and find out for sure. it's good to be here, though, cos despite all of that, drastic fantastic wasn't feeling enough love stateside, and things are finally picking up. someone even offered to cook it dinner, but i wasn't invited so neither of us went.
i have yet to adjust to the colder weather; i'm running around in skirts and leggings, jeans and flats and wondering why the hell is's so cold out. i get flashbacks of weather forecasts mentioning the temperature being at a balmy, oh wait, freezing, and i try to pretend they were just nightmares, but the sky is slowly warning me to stop deluding myself and buy a damn new winter jacket, cos it's going to be mad this year. i have that feeling, but i haven't heard anything either way, has any one else? i feel like we're just waiting with baited breath to get knocked round a few times and a snowball or a dozen thrown in our faces. i just can't wait. who's into moving to the caribbean?
Gold lamé bikini - check…
Tiny live wingless bat plus $10k wingless bat travel bag - check…
Shades a la Timmy Mallet - check…
Let's, like, totally go!
i know new york is the city that never sleeps, but i always seem to manage finding some z's there. contrary, los angeles doesn't seem to have a single place for you to sit down, let alone a moment for you to even consider sleep. i got off of a seventy nine hour flight the other day only to find myself transported from sunny scotland to the evil land of lax, which holds a decievably shiny new realm of questions, autographs, promotions and photograps, shows, autographs, questions, photographs... i think i've slept but that could've been a dream, i'm too afraid of the answer to ask and find out for sure. it's good to be here, though, cos despite all of that, drastic fantastic wasn't feeling enough love stateside, and things are finally picking up. someone even offered to cook it dinner, but i wasn't invited so neither of us went.
i have yet to adjust to the colder weather; i'm running around in skirts and leggings, jeans and flats and wondering why the hell is's so cold out. i get flashbacks of weather forecasts mentioning the temperature being at a balmy, oh wait, freezing, and i try to pretend they were just nightmares, but the sky is slowly warning me to stop deluding myself and buy a damn new winter jacket, cos it's going to be mad this year. i have that feeling, but i haven't heard anything either way, has any one else? i feel like we're just waiting with baited breath to get knocked round a few times and a snowball or a dozen thrown in our faces. i just can't wait. who's into moving to the caribbean?