Monday, 28th June 2004
What more is there..?
Can I just tell you what an amazing sense of personal satisfaction I have received today, by eating for my dinner, these courgettes and french beans that I grew? Not to mention the fresh basil and parsley I picked too.
In all seriousness, this gives my life meaning. Far more than jobs or lovers or bars or beers.
I gave life and then I consumed it.
What more to living is there..?
In other news, I’ve started hanging out in cemeteries.
Sunday, 27th June 2004
Just a few random things
- One of you bitches needs to buy me some Prussian Blue watercolour paint, a colour printer so as I can send people my fauxtoes, a scanner and some fly paper.
- Why doesn’t France sell fly paper?
- Does everyone know that Prussian Blue watercolour and PVA glue are a match made in heaven?
- I’m off to Spain in a couple of days for a week. I am going to San Sebastian to visit Butcher Boy and the ocean. I am very excited. Don’t expect another update from me until after July 6th.
- I’ve picked up a new penpal - M. Ruggiero. I have a feeling I am going to enjoy this very much. Buy his book or forever feel the gritty, dusty absence of Cunt Snot from your life.
- I’ve picked up two admirers. One goes by the house practically every day on a 4 wheel motorbike, the other is the bakers apprentice. Both look longingly at me, yet both are so young. I think they are hungry for non-inbred flesh.
- I am now on this electricity tariff whereby I cannot use electric for 20 days out of the year. I’ve gone back to the dark ages. They give you this little box and every night, after 8pm, it tells you what the electricity status is for the next day by the way of red and green lights. Nutty.
- I briefly met a man, the other day, who may be the only person alive that I am envious of. He bought an entire village on the side of a hill around these parts and is the only man who will ever live there. I can’t decide if I want to fall in love with him for the fact that he is living a dream of mine, or if I want to be envious of him for the same reason. If we ever meet again, I’ll know for sure.
- I’m wondering if I am going to turn into a cynic. I hope not.
- It is the struggle that changes me - not the thing itself.
- I found Delerium Tremens in the supermarket the other day! Woohoo! My new French cheapy favourite is Pelforth Ambrée. I’ve still not converted over to wine.
- Rural French people around these parts are far less judgemental than the Brits or the Americans. I like them a lot. The local hustler, however, keeps winking at me. I like austerely nodding to him as if I am the Queen of Dead Things. Oh, wait, I am…