Today I created a mini-jacuzzi in my delicately Lush fragranced bath, (Hot Milk and Karma Bubble Bar cocktail scrummy!!), well, to be honest it was more of a mini tsunami and my poor little boyfriend was nearly drowned/gassed in the event. Probably the last time we shall share bathing water for a while.
My bum is on Stars In Your Eyes and it wants to be Mount Vesuvius please Matthew! What is occurring? Why am I so gaseous, no notable changes in my diet other than chain tea drinking, (we are all tea addicts in this house I have had 6 cups since I arrived home!), so I am baffled as to these sudden unwanted outbursts. You have been warned gentle readers, don't stand too close if you want to keep your eyebrows!
I've never been one to be shy, no wallflower me, more of your garish hollyhock type. So now each day for like 8 days I am gonna put up the pictures that one of my best friends took of me in his Tshirts. He is one of the brains behind Terratag which you should check out IMMEDIATELY.
Anyhoo (or Hoo Ha!! as Al Pacino would say) Paul has taken some helluva raunchtastic photos of me which in my Goddess-like-state* I generously impart to you. Check my ass bitches!!
*check next update for definitive definition of my Goddess Complex
After years of wanting to read "I'm With The Band" by Pamela Des Barres (ex-girlfriend of Jimmy Page ex-Nanny of Frank Zappa) I finally got
hold of a copy. It was not all that I had dreamt of. Cos I have always had liasons within the music industry as well as a brief flirt with fame (notoriety?!) a là Pamela, I wanted to be able to relate. Maybe there was someone else out there who had lived similar experiences to me and lived to tell the tale.
Sadly this was not to be the case. The book is frothy, and a gloss job never dipping beneath the surface of a celebrity addled LA. Where is your spunk Pamela?!! (excuse unintended double entendre). I'm not like Miss Pamela and she held no answers for me. When I write my book I don't believe I'll be able to stay so sweet and ungrudging. Muck shall be raked and truths shall be bared. I am a disciple of the naked author school of writing.** My book's gonna be fucking excellent and have better descriptions of sex too.
**I just made that up so I can write all about ME in my English Lit dissertation
I just wanted to say that recently I have fallen in with one of the kindest and most encouraging groups of people that anyone could dream to have around them. They know who they are and THANK YOU for being around when "the sky has fallen!" as it often does in my drama-queen-tastic life. I don't deserve your many kindnesses*** and friendship but I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks dudes.
***It's OK to repeat root words for emphasis David Lodge said so.
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