gar pt. 2

there is a kitten biting my left hand as i type this, it is the kitten in the pictures. he is pure evil, but i like him. he's got chutzpah. and obviously that is me holding him (admire my excellent 'clarissa explains it all' jeans), on my bed, next to my picture wall version 2.
check out his crazy little crack eyes in the fourth picture!

the third picture is by an artist who's name i've forgotten. but i like his donkey.

the second picture is of my new tattoo, having been published on ugliesttattoos.com. HAHA. kidding.
or am i?

the first picture you will have seen before on this blog. it is the tits tee by vivienne westwood, screened in 1960 something, and the tee-shirt i want the most in the world ever. i would do anything to own and wear that tee-shirt. i would probably spend the rest of my life only eating bladders just to wear it for a day. maybe two days, let's not exaggerate.

jesus, i was typing there and the devil kitten lunged at my typing hands and made me jump horrible. demon animal
AND AGAIN, JESUS WHAT A FRIGHT

gar

never did i think the day would come that i'd lady-fancy kate nash, but lo and behold, it has. maybe it's because we share a name and i am nothing if not a pitiful narcissist.

i had an awesome day at work. it was less than unbearable, which is a synonym really. i went in and my supervisor wasn't in, so it was me all day. awesome because i get to pick the music (kings of leon actually sucked though, like i hadn't seen that coming) and because i can dance in the stock room sometimes, but not awesome because i am left alone to my own devices. and the devices are rarely productive nor wisely thought out. i spent the whole day mindlessly tidying up and sneaking to the stock room to eat flapjack and drink cherry coke. and hide from customers. a guy phoned up to make an enquiry about an, to use his words, 'adult video'. he asked if i could check if it was in the shop and give me the reference number that was on the hmv website and i was like no it'll be different, you'll have to give me the name. and the name was 'tixie licks'. BLAAGHRHHH VOMIT. that is the name of a CHILDRENS COUGH SYRUP. i don't know if that is a coincedence, a dirty pun, or a dvd where people throw cough syrup on each other and fuck, but my god how i laughed. i had to set the phone down while i laughed and laughed and laughed. i couldn't pick it up again until the tremors had subsided. we didn't even have it in either, i had to disappoint the syrup pervert. this guy had the voice of a maths teacher i swear. and plus, why didn't he just order it off the internet? he wouldn't have had to embarass himself and no-one would know. or, actually, why not just watch it for free on the internet?? he must be a tradionalist and actually want the dvd. surprised he went for a kinky syrup theme, but hey i'm not here to judge. why he rang a games basement about a porn dvd though, is unfathomable. but enough about that business.
i haven't slept properly since i moved into my new flat, the mattress is unbearably awful and uncomfortable. people have said so many times now that i look ill. the purple bags under my eyes, long mousey roots and baby pink faded hair are admittedly not my best look though. i'm so pale that i actually have a royal blue network of veins all down my inner arms and from neck to stomach. i pretty much have a blue webby chest not unlike spiderman. sexy eh? although i have actually lost quite a bit of weight now so at least i'm not fat and pale. i'm slimmer and pale. slightly better. i'm pretty sure the lack of sleep is not helping my brain though, i feel parts of it falling away, like a wet cake.
urrghhhh..
don't worry, i'm not going to do a poem again. that was quite a terrible idea on my part. sorry.

waxing sylvia (sounds wrong)

did a bit of poetry reading/writing



her frailty is her bones,
his kiss is his fist,
his kiss found her cheeks,
the walls heard her moans,
the table saw her falling down,
her eyes they lost her tears,
behind her teeth she kept her words,
and from his mouth came jeers,
her love it took a whole new form,
turned from heart to knife,
and when her heart did find his heart,
his blood it kissed the floor.


super emo but mildly inspired by amy hempel. she does this amazing thing where she never actually says what happens but lets you know through the effects that events have. i tried to do that. it probably didn't work, but heck i'm no poet.

well well well

long time no speak


in the past two weeks, i've:

+ moved out of home
+ moved into a flat with the boyfriend
+ gotten a kitten
+ started working at hmv again

wew. it's a wonder i'm still standing. we've just gotten the internet today so that is why i am being super-good-blog-person and doing a blog.
here's my soundtrack for today (e.g. the albums i put on in hmv while i was working)

1) lou reed - transformer
2) 30 seconds to mars - this is war (it's not very good)
3) best of the smiths (bit of a variation from usual)
4) best of alice in chains (i hate them, it was for the guys i work with)
5) regina spektor - begin to hope


it's hard orchestrating a good soundtrack in the basement because the guys i work with like hard rock, rap and reggae, none of which i like. for every incubus album they put on, i put on a fruity indie cd or something acoustic. we're constantly at ends. i came down from my lunch the other day and someone had put creamfields 2010 on, no joke. i wanted to die. i surrepticiously turned down the volume, effectively fading it out like it was ending, and then just put lou reed back on. i like to think it was sneaky but it quite clearly wasn't.