Spoke to Lisa for 15 minutes today and boy it was great, in spite of me whinging for the most part that she thought I was Jiselle when she answered the phone, that her housemates were gonna replace me in her affections and that she'd stopped thinking of me. But I'm assured, she thinks of me every night, she reads my farewell letter very often and no, her housemates will never mean as much to her as I do! I am so fucking loved!!! 1920s Victorian housedwellers, be expecting me cos I'm coming down soon to show you how to have a good time.

I was talking to my brother and his friend Eileen today, and I just casually asked how his friend AMW was doing, since the last time I spoke to him at the beginning of the year he said he was looking for a girlfriend. Eileen suggested that I should go be his girlfriend - her twisted rationale is this: 'one is your friend, one is your sister, good what'. And my brother goes 'I violently object'. I felt so gratified, because AMW is, in 2 words, a buaya. 'My sister's not good enough for him'. I tell you, my jaw dropped and hit the pavement. I was terribly terribly (mock) hurt. But later he told me he was joking and that it was the other way round. HAH. HAAAAAAAAAAAH. I knew that. I knew he'd come through for me. I'm so proud.

posted by beautiful at 5:08 am

I was waiting for Monk to start when I tuned in to MTV and they were doing a feature on Suede! I nearly had a heart attack. Even though I've seen all their videos and know more about the band than the producers do, it was still very gratifying to watch them on screen. Maybe it was the element of surprise, and maybe it was the pleasure I got from seeing someone pay tribute to what I've always thought was the greatest band in the cosmos. For that fleeting moment I can pretend that this is for me, that someone out there actually comprehends the extent to which I am devoted to Suede. Someone relating to this passion of mine, someone sharing this passion of mine - it's a dream, it's a fantasy, and I imagine that if this ever really happened I would just die and float up to heaven. Suede is my ideology, and it just might be the key to understanding what makes me tick. Perhaps I'm not so complicated after all.

... obsessions it's like sex... it's simple and complex...

posted by beautiful at 6:04 am