Wednesday, 27 April 2011

one hundred and twenty-four

I just wrote a long(ish) email to a friend about why I don't much like the word lame being used to describe things that suck, and now my brain is feeling all tired.

o little blog, how i neglect you!

I very much like this song and video:

The odd, carnivalesque tune is so captivating. And that line 'remember how we shook shook' - rightly or wrongly - reminds me of falling for someone, and getting to know them (nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more).

Friday, 22 April 2011

one hundred and twenty-three

Tom Vek is back!

This makes me very, very happy.

one hundred and twenty-two

I love Paris in the springtime

Sunday, 17 April 2011

one hundred and twenty-one

 a quick fragment of Paris

  Turns out my hair is very much like a Monet.

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

one hundred and twenty

The hair on the back of my head is the length of my thumbnail; it is newly cut and for the next few days i will run my fingers through it absentmindedly, enjoying the soft scuff of it against my skin (like a brush you use to clean your nails or polish shoes).

My fingernails are painted black. I once thought nail varnish too girly, but now I like the surprise of oddly coloured fingertips. I have no patience waiting for it to dry, though, and end up with it smudged and rippled.

I am meant to be packing to go to Paris. I am slightly intimidated by the idea of the city. And i imagined my first visit would be with someone else.