hello. third entry today:

haven't sworn for a looooooooong time. not properly, not frivolously. as a result, i'm feeling a bit repressed. i don't think my friends swear very much. i actually said "eff off" the other day without irony. and without irony is always bad in our postmodernist society.

you know what i miss? being called a bitch. even better: cunt. i remember the very last time i was called that. ticca, mads and i were walking past my afternoon coach stop the day before i left for here. ticca called me a "fucking cunt" for some random reason. i don't even remember why. do you remember, ticca?

i'm listening to very very old songs by a band known in some parts as Romeo Unit Tango Hotel. one of these songs is called Things in Beds. i might be misconstrued, but i think it goes:

[spoken]they came from another world...

there are things in beds
make you shit yourself
make you feel so wet
make you suffocate

there are things in beds
make you feel so great
make you feel so great
hyperventilate

huh. i'd love to quote that thing where matt explains how much he loves beds and how all his songs have to do with beds and sleeping. but it's been quoted far too much here and in wongsiu's xanga, so i shan't. go to vanity press and search for it yourself.

i'm listening to Take Me Up now. think he's singing about sleeping in beds again. maybe it's not about sleeping. it has Gentle vibes. wait a second. it's about the realisation that he's gay. sorry, my gay man fetish* is acting up again.

mmm. it's 12:54. the singing's not very good, is it? and i'm still listening. the sacrifices of a fangirl.

*"gay man fetish" coined by minion sarah.

<< gratuitous profanity. i suggest you don't let your mothers read this. unless your name is karen, of course. >>

th since 5th october 2001