Hey people, things are crazy for me at the momento. In that yukky uni/real job purgatory, not knowing where i’ll be next month. Excited but also freaking out. Possibilities are U.A.E, London, an outside chance of Edinburgh, and erm, Dundee. But only because they have Clash magazine who’s design is new and sparklier than a big fucking sparkly thing.
Off to Dubai in 9 days to talk to/sleep with a variety of creative people in the hope of securing a j.o.b. Staying here which is awesome because you get unrestricted access to here! They have one of those infinity surfing waves!! Excitement! Eight more sleeps. Woo. Then it’s graduation, dress wearing and ball attendance with boyfriend in tow. It’s all a bit disgustingly heterosexual.
With this in mind, my inner deviant has found a more constructive way to err, express itself. Keep your peepers peeled for the id and promotional material for Fur-burger, the all new lezzie night at ego. Girls in their pants with barbie dolls. Aka: ‘the brief from heaven’ – Do anything you want as long as it’s low-fi and gay and filthy. Fun fun.
Other than that, i’ve been shopping for iPods, new haircuts and bikini’s, fixing the computers of the rich and stupid, eyeing up the all new Tag Heuer F1 watch, making lists of shit to be spat forth onto eBay in my notebook which thinks itself a lifestyle choice, listening to Vitalic, drinking cloudy lemonade and eating macaroons.
And considering fake tan. But don’t tell anyone.. Well ffs! look at the weather!
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