CUT-THROATY.

THE REAL IS ON THE RISE

I have new jeans and I want to live in them for the next three weeks.

Last party I attended was like walking into hell's sweaty techno gates.

I wish I had the guts to get that same tattoo and less people around me having a word about my appearance.

I'm blogging from the balcony and the geese are fighting. Sometimes they sound like hookers being killed down the street. Which is of course a sound I've never heard before.