Good to Know...
I am not a wilting flower.
To me that's what life is. Something overwhelmingly gorgeous, undiminished by it's eventual withering and end. Is that not beautiful? To me, that is life, meaningless without end.
Laisse-moi te dessiner dans un désert
Le désert de mon coeur
Dans la nuit parfois, le nez à la fenêtre
Je t'attends et je sombre
Dans un désert, dans mon désert
Everyone should listen to Emilie Simon, she's freaking fantastic.
dig me now, fuck me later
and sing it to the tune of faggot faggot faggot
Mindless Self Indulgence has fans. Like, the type that have memorised every single line of every single song. The sound guy was weak, and it affected the show. However, I'm pleased peachy the lovely Patti thought to purchase me a ticket. Everyone broke up after the show, and headed off to Dax's. I must admit, I am thankful, because damn, am I tired.
I'm thinking of getting to the Farmer's Market for Noon on Saturday. For those wanting to come with, feel free to show up at my house for 11am, or merely meet me there, whichever suits thy fancy.