Too much wine–the lawyer down the street and his slightly kinky girlfriend, mousy brown hair, bangs, gold hoops and necklaces and a potty mouth. A lawyer who doesn’t work for the ruling class. You can talk for three hours on the one thing you have in common: living on the same street. The weirdo neighbours and a comparison of whose house is shittier; our with the dropped ceiling panels or theirs with the wood panelling.
If I drink a lot this month, maybe I’ll be able to sing jazz by 2010. Ach du, I’m never going to be able to coo.
Class pisses me off so much. Artists are always servants. Rich people buy you. But is there any other way? Even after you’re dead, they still buy you.
January 20th, 2010 at 2:56 am
dear zulieka, can you please take the link to my blog down? i don’t want fame.
January 22nd, 2010 at 2:03 am
An odd mix of comments – Russian spam and someone who obviously got too many clicks throughs from your website.
So….. some posts are here and some posts are over there…. I like the hunt.
I don’t blame you for wanting to do things other than write blog posts – must be very ‘job like” without the benefit of income. Maybe you will be more inspired if you throw up some ads to compensate your loss of personal time?
Anyway – enjoying the posts as always.