Llorando! Linguistically challenged, I only speak two foreign languages.
But I promised myself to learn five before I turn thirty. I think Spanish or Portuguese will be next on my to-do-list.
I want to have male gay friends! I absolutely love and adore gays! Though I admit they can be snobs at times, but hell, so can I! I can't really explain my feelings towards gays. We probably have the same taste in music and passionately hate christian fundamentalists but there must be more to it. Maybe deep down there I always wanted to be a gay male? That's my friends explanation, but then again, I wanted to be so many things I lost count. I am a truly Defocalised Butterfly.
I remember ATB being asked if he realised that his music is very popular amongst gay scene and... I forgot what he said. But the bottom line was: the bimbo interviewer tried to get him to say that he actually IS gay (which he isn't; I know, a great surprise, but that's life). God, bimbo journalism. As seen on MTV, VIVA and every other music channel. Who on earth thought to put a fake tan, five layers of make-up and bleach on a girl and give her a microphone along with an impression that she is someone important? Hmmm... Mass music business? Oh, yeah, that's right, them. The scum of the earth.
I'm so angry today! But I prefer to be angry than depressed and if I have a choice between lying in bed, motionless and paralysed with hollowness and spitting and hissing all day, I choose the latter.
What would be my perfect day? Let's see: it would definitely involve going to the beach, but not a trashy one, full of fat people roasting in the sun, but one in a northern country, where the cold wind blows and there is no one around. I would walk for miles and enjoy the salty air and that sense of being the only human left in the world. Then I would go home and cook a seafood stew and devour it by the candlelight. And then, I would read a good book, something that evokes sensual imagery. God, I really don't need a lot. I just want to be left alone.
I want to have male gay friends! I absolutely love and adore gays! Though I admit they can be snobs at times, but hell, so can I! I can't really explain my feelings towards gays. We probably have the same taste in music and passionately hate christian fundamentalists but there must be more to it. Maybe deep down there I always wanted to be a gay male? That's my friends explanation, but then again, I wanted to be so many things I lost count. I am a truly Defocalised Butterfly.
I remember ATB being asked if he realised that his music is very popular amongst gay scene and... I forgot what he said. But the bottom line was: the bimbo interviewer tried to get him to say that he actually IS gay (which he isn't; I know, a great surprise, but that's life). God, bimbo journalism. As seen on MTV, VIVA and every other music channel. Who on earth thought to put a fake tan, five layers of make-up and bleach on a girl and give her a microphone along with an impression that she is someone important? Hmmm... Mass music business? Oh, yeah, that's right, them. The scum of the earth.
I'm so angry today! But I prefer to be angry than depressed and if I have a choice between lying in bed, motionless and paralysed with hollowness and spitting and hissing all day, I choose the latter.
What would be my perfect day? Let's see: it would definitely involve going to the beach, but not a trashy one, full of fat people roasting in the sun, but one in a northern country, where the cold wind blows and there is no one around. I would walk for miles and enjoy the salty air and that sense of being the only human left in the world. Then I would go home and cook a seafood stew and devour it by the candlelight. And then, I would read a good book, something that evokes sensual imagery. God, I really don't need a lot. I just want to be left alone.