the key

okay okay, so you found it. david bowie is my backup singer was the key. read if you wanna, but its all pretty gooey...

miss jay used my line "david bowie is my backup singer" in a recent piece of art of his. i was extremely flattered. miss jay is my muse and i've made or at least thought about lots of art i wanna make inspired by him. our art is kinda similar anyway so we tend to bounce off each other.

he's been in a real bad mood lately. and i've been spazzily obsessing over him. i'm leaving town tomorrow and dunno if i'll see him again before i go. maybe.

its good. i need to keep away from that boy, cos he's trouble.

so. i'm newly addicted to myspace. i think i'll let you know my profile, cos i don't mind people going from super-private (this blog) to public (myspace). but i don't want any old doofus looking at my blog. but seeing as you've found it anyway, here i am Ms Brown.

i was gonna blog on myspace, but i think i'll save it for here.

yesterday i had a mediocre meditation, continued my myspace addiction, caught a bus into town, got rained on, collected "sheville does shit" by bek coogan from aaron laurence gallery, came back to d's, continued the myspace addiction, drove back into town, had dinner at chow with hazel. a boy flirted with me with all his might. he was utterly utterly fuckable. i told him i was leaving town in 2 days and he was crestfallen. i mean, what should i have done? shagged him senseless for the next 2 days? sounds like a very good idea, but i have enough mess in my life at the moment without adding sex with some random hot guy.

good lord! have i become a rational being?

rock on!
s


listening to:
luke buda - special surprise
bachelorett - the end of things
duran duran - duran duran
yeah yeah yeahs - show your bones
yeah yeah yeahs - fever to tell
i wanted to listen to warm leatherette by grace jones, but i mustve packed it.



xx