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After getting off Livejournal last night, I watched another movie. This time it was Queen of the Damned, which was a lot better than I expected. Stuart Townsend is very, very, very... well, you know what I'm saying. The Jesus and Mary Chain's "Just Like Honey" sums him up well.

I dreamt a spider was stuck in my eardrum. I poked it with my finger, got it out and stared at its corpse on my palm. I woke up around 9:30 a.m. and could hear Sissy Jennifer wandering around the apartment. One of her plants died so she thoughtfully left it in the bathroom's sink. She's gone, gone, gone on a date with a comedian called Tim. They went to London's Dungeon - there's a special exhibition on British female serial killers across the centuries.

Sissy Allison has been gone this whole weekend - a trip to Paris. I hope she's having fun.

I cooked eggs and baked beans for breakfast. After taking a shit, I had to go buy toilet paper at the cornerstore because we'd run out. I also bought The Observer and a can of Vanilla Coke (which I've just drained the last drop.) I'm positively not in the mood for going swimming today. Kevin's drawing cartoons in the kitchen and I'm getting ready for some Mix CD making. I'm also going to change my Livejournal layout because I'm tired of reading petit script.

Mundane Livejournal posts are cool too. I don't want to remember my life as a compendium of flowery writing.

Last Emo Post of the Day

Too bad I don't have a convertible to drive through empty streets, a chocolate milkshake in front of me, stars on the ceiling that glow in the dark, a yellow raincoat that reaches my feet, a room to call a library, a fireplace and a cat (or a dog) that sleeps by it all day long, a nearby cafe I can visit to read the newspaper over a cup of coffee, a garden I can walk through when I'm sleepless at night, the sound of the sea nearby, paintings on my walls of all my great-grandparents and the lives they lived, a necklace made of shells that somebody gave to me in Bali and that I'll never wear, a guitar I can play, long blonde hair that gets entangled in the Summer, and a calendar covered with the names of friends.

Too bad Sunday is over.