yen and tiff's coming over to my place for a sewing session tmr. its called the divine patchwork of the yaya sisterhood. patch patch patch patch~ ya ya ya...
tonight. i'm so gonna be dead. patching bonding tapes to the edges of fraying cloths and whats not... kulabashanteh! fits and epilepsy attacks please stay away!!!
excuse me... but this is not for the faint hearted...
that mass of greenish yellowish aliens still lingers somewhere in my head... my ears, nose and throat are blocked. they are still there. as i sniff... well suck la, with all my head's might, the lumpy phlegm's still stuck. oh my, those fat foreign inhabitants who invade planet G when the body is weak, low immune system and too many pineapple tarts, i wish that you'll all dissolve upon the name of pi pa gao but no~ even that doesnt work! what will then?! i believe the answer to that very important question is... enough zzz and more H20.
in times of stress period and malfunctioning brain muscles... a little bit of rubbish is allowed. please excuse miss g. she is not herself today...
:: mercedes benz - janis joplin ::





as some of you know, im a huge gary larson fan. if i could have a big fat voucher to get something from kino, that'll be his comic books. anyways, he's one sinister yet witty fella whose comic strips are totally out of this world. one of my favourites, he depicts Death as a grim ripper holding a sickle, as a stand up comedian, standing in front of some audience with words saying "only ben* has the nerve to laugh at death". anyways, either you like gary larson or you dont. or rather, either you get his jokes or you dont.


