I woke up this morning with a thought...

Things that I love about America:

- Music from the 20th century
- People from all over the world live there
- Bisexual vegan hippies in Santa Cruz, California
- non-ironic
- beautiful cliffs in California (seen only in photos)
- Rockabillies
- Drag queens and fags fighting back in Stonewall
- Madonna's video "Like a Prayer"
- donuts, coffee-culture, IHOPs, diving into candy world
- Televangelists are camp and non-satanic (unlike Brazil)
- There are witches now living in Salem
- cars are still sexy, despite suffocation by strip malls
- Cool British things never go mainstream (i.e. Suede, Pulp, Morrissey)
- Largest brazilian community outside Brazil (hello Miami!)
- Anything is an excuse for a lawsuit (therefore, Law is a joke)
- Christopher Guest and his cohorts
- If you live in New Orleans, you are already half a vampire
- Trailer trash can make it on TV
- Harper's Magazine
- Erin Brockobitch is alive and well.
- UFOs love America

this list is bound to expand...

Edit:
- One lovely girl in Philly.

Sadly Neglected

Now I`m going to wash the bathroom... and maybe do some vaccuming...

shit, it's taking me longer and longer these days to read my friends' post.

Come on, come on, no one can see you try

I did a good job of the bathroom, and vaccuming the hallway and our bedroom. The kitchen will have to wait for sometime this week. Afterwards, I filled the bathtub with hot water, got in, and proceeded to boil myself alive. The bathroom filled up with vapours... i think i tripped out a little. My legs were clammed around the metal handles beside the bathtub, seeking something cool... and I just lay there and thought about getting a new job, going to Canada for Summer (seeing all my lovely friends there)... getting something published, random random stuff. All the things I am and everything I want.

I have realized today that when Dobrila, my Serbian friend, needed me to go to the anti-war march in Montreal - to protest the bombing of civilian sites in Serbia - I did nothing. And a few weeks ago I was there in Hyde Park. For people in a far off land that i don't even know.
That was shitty of me.

After the bath, I drank a big glass of cold water, put some moisturizer (Kevin said I was a big fruit that smelled fruity) and lay on the bed, wrapped in my bathrobe, listening to Sinead O'Connor.

Fucking best day of the week.