Watching mTv 2 first in the morning… not recommended – spanish stuck into the lyrics of some some then violins in some others. *hurmp* damn cute musicians… I listen to this band called Dead Can Dance. (They are defiantly not the Format.) Kinda dark, not even a “band” really, more like a orchestrated arrangement and unification of instruments and sounds not particularly used anymore. It’s weird when the bands singing doesn’t look like their voice.

This has nothing to do with that but I love boys in black nailpolish.

A while back I was asked to write for a an independent comicbook company, I was also was asked not to change. I didn’t write and I changed. I have a fear of bridges. Maybe in a past life my car went rolling off one, maybe I committed suicide by doing a beautiful swan dive into Mississippi. In this life I have never done any cRaZy thing on a bridge. I can walk across ‘em. I can drive across. It’s more like waiting. Holding your breath, cause you don’t know if you should tell him. So. You jump out the window and the glass shatters into a billion pieces behind you – but it was only the first floor! Getting up, brushing yourself off, you look to make sure that one saw you, brush yourself off and walk away so you don’t get caught. That was an easy was way out of the problem wasn’t it.