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Landlord please don`t kick me out
Blue Jeans
Landlady can I have another 6 months?
Blue Jeans

You both have been trying to protect me
An insect living in your rented apt
Why won`t you wear blue jeans
Cut on the seams like everyone else do?

You`ve been trying to step on me
An insect living in your memory
Gotta love those blue jeans
Not cut on the seams like they should

(my free interpretation of a ladytron classic.)

Need some Substance

Ryan is coming over today, and staying for a week. Then he goes back to Canada, to his boyfriend Andre, to Montreal, to a much better life than here. Shit, I want to be packed into his suitcase and taken away.

Mathematics. London + Dark Weather + Pollution + Expensive living = not a happy individual.

It doesn`t even work as a place that will inspire you to write obsessive fiction, paint the walls grey, dye your head three shades of red. Nothing. Some survey came out and apparently the English are the happiest people in Europe!!! With bands like Joy Division, The Cure, Siouxsie, and all the rest, coming out of here, you would think it was the opposite. Then you remember that Take That, Cilla Black, Spice Girls also come from here...

Problem is, everyone in London is only interested in money. And I`m not. At least not as something that substitutes a good time with friends, knowledge. My time here is counted. Kevin has downloaded stuff about immigrating to Canada, and there`s the possibility that he can sponsour me (because we have lived together for more than a year, we are considered common-law in Canada.)