Dearest Readers.
Some of you are not actually dear as I don't know you, yet I most certainly appreciate the myth I create in my poor cranium of fame, so suck it. Alas I've been out of the loving embrace of 852 for a while now, and am really starting to show the signs. I think I may have acquired actual homeostatic activity at this rate, something that my trust anatomy (lungs, heart, liver, namely) fend off with the utmost care. Such functions can only lead to one thing, the acquisition of a rump. Such horrid things are most certainly not permitted on my watch, thanks.
Wrestled with fate today over which Victor Hugo to purchase in Chapters (now in vancouver) twas a match to the death (or you know, purchase) 'tween les miserables and the hunchback ect. Quasi won, of course, because he was six canadians cheaper... a bad way to judge literature yet called for, on occasion. Also wrangled some poetry and what not.
I feel my core deteriorating in this homey environment. Considering my inner-clockwork is comprised of bloodies, shaved ice, salt, vocal chords, old ciggie ash, vodka-stained hat-bands, a lettuce leaf and a jute-box I haven't much show for wholesome pandering.
Yet, (and readers beware this information is very distressing), I actually had a genuine snowball fight with my two cousins of even & smallyearsold. It was picturesque, grotesque... and I fear actually jolly. I need some form of debauchery to save me or I shall find myself fast slipping into corduroys!
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Tuesday 30 December 2008
Sunday 28 December 2008
This That & Whistling
Christmas day found me traveling to whistler, for some snowboarding and snowcapades. What fun.
But I forget myself... I must narrate from christmas eve's eve.
That night was a most excellent endeavor at being obscene and blatant about badly-founded pride. Started at Stickyfinger-sisters house in DB. Came back to the shiner HK side with Captain Contemporary and Stickyfinger-sister after some forced conversation on the vessel over.
He and I hit up Balalaika to feed on the lovely bloodies thereabouts. We then headed up to the peace steps with adequate libations and then headed to fiddletop where certain happy events occurred. In such a felicitous mood (and truly meager dress) we headed to Carniges.
Saw him again the next day, much more detail later, I must head out to sup.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
But I forget myself... I must narrate from christmas eve's eve.
That night was a most excellent endeavor at being obscene and blatant about badly-founded pride. Started at Stickyfinger-sisters house in DB. Came back to the shiner HK side with Captain Contemporary and Stickyfinger-sister after some forced conversation on the vessel over.
He and I hit up Balalaika to feed on the lovely bloodies thereabouts. We then headed up to the peace steps with adequate libations and then headed to fiddletop where certain happy events occurred. In such a felicitous mood (and truly meager dress) we headed to Carniges.
Saw him again the next day, much more detail later, I must head out to sup.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Monday 22 December 2008
Speak Friend & Enter
Well I reckon tonight shall be a good galavant.
Has been too long since I've been truly out & about, as in it has been around two days. I had hoped to crash at Glinda's, we shall see how this that and the other thing transpire. Hitting up balalaika for a bloody at eight and a half with Captain Contemporary (also rocks).
HKJ went most delightfully yesterday, Othello did a really very interesting trick of throwing two balls behind his back and continuing to juggle them after they'd been caught. I'd gotten some shoes which give about as much support as an apathetic sneeze, but they are good for hooping as they have no heel (or, really, anything else).
So I managed to do the trick I'e been hankering after for a while, which is a release-float in the air followed by kicking the hoop up over my head, and spinning it on a wrist/elbow catch on the other arm behind. It usually only works by fluke at the moment but is coming along much nicer after the re-shoeing. The old ones I'd wear for hooping were some fancy-pants leather boots (complete with pretentious label and shiny buckle) that didn't bend & were too heavy.
Captain Contemporary (also rocks) did a trick I had not seen before, one that consisted of plucking his shirt under one of the weighted juggling balls, causing it to bounce up into another arc. 'twas impressive, at least towards a hoop dancer such as myself. I can only juggle one object, but I can do it very fast and without much concern for modesty or the safety of others.
And a hoop is big, after all... if that can be any form of solace.
I believe many people are hitting up the scene tonight, Carniges is talked of on about the same level as 'The Promise Land' at this point. Going to need to get my this-and-that together.
Flower left yesterday to the deep disappointment of Glinda & myself, Jhonnie Cat. I worry as to her mental stability amongst her insane relations, then I realize that mental stability isn't fashionable nowadays so its not too much of a loss.
I hope to see Stickyfinger-Sister out and about tonight, feel as if I hadn't seem her in ages and she is such a delightful person. The best outfit I've seen her in (for going out, the magical jeans are the casual win, hands down) is the little black dress with the leopard blouse and shoes. Is it bad I remember things as such so clearly? I remember she had an important night of it in that outfit and so it may be mentally healthy to do a re-take. Although its great for any girl to look that good.
Beltbuckle is leaving to NZ soon permanently, yet I know he shall return to the big 852 in breaks as Towsh & Ruckus do. I haven't actually seen Ruckus or Towsh since they got back. I ought to pay my respects to their presence here in this abnormal city.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Has been too long since I've been truly out & about, as in it has been around two days. I had hoped to crash at Glinda's, we shall see how this that and the other thing transpire. Hitting up balalaika for a bloody at eight and a half with Captain Contemporary (also rocks).
HKJ went most delightfully yesterday, Othello did a really very interesting trick of throwing two balls behind his back and continuing to juggle them after they'd been caught. I'd gotten some shoes which give about as much support as an apathetic sneeze, but they are good for hooping as they have no heel (or, really, anything else).
So I managed to do the trick I'e been hankering after for a while, which is a release-float in the air followed by kicking the hoop up over my head, and spinning it on a wrist/elbow catch on the other arm behind. It usually only works by fluke at the moment but is coming along much nicer after the re-shoeing. The old ones I'd wear for hooping were some fancy-pants leather boots (complete with pretentious label and shiny buckle) that didn't bend & were too heavy.
Captain Contemporary (also rocks) did a trick I had not seen before, one that consisted of plucking his shirt under one of the weighted juggling balls, causing it to bounce up into another arc. 'twas impressive, at least towards a hoop dancer such as myself. I can only juggle one object, but I can do it very fast and without much concern for modesty or the safety of others.
And a hoop is big, after all... if that can be any form of solace.
I believe many people are hitting up the scene tonight, Carniges is talked of on about the same level as 'The Promise Land' at this point. Going to need to get my this-and-that together.
Flower left yesterday to the deep disappointment of Glinda & myself, Jhonnie Cat. I worry as to her mental stability amongst her insane relations, then I realize that mental stability isn't fashionable nowadays so its not too much of a loss.
I hope to see Stickyfinger-Sister out and about tonight, feel as if I hadn't seem her in ages and she is such a delightful person. The best outfit I've seen her in (for going out, the magical jeans are the casual win, hands down) is the little black dress with the leopard blouse and shoes. Is it bad I remember things as such so clearly? I remember she had an important night of it in that outfit and so it may be mentally healthy to do a re-take. Although its great for any girl to look that good.
Beltbuckle is leaving to NZ soon permanently, yet I know he shall return to the big 852 in breaks as Towsh & Ruckus do. I haven't actually seen Ruckus or Towsh since they got back. I ought to pay my respects to their presence here in this abnormal city.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Sunday 21 December 2008
Sweating Hearts & Brand New Starts
I must admit I am worried sick about this whole situation that has reared its ugly head into our lives, and its young into our hearts.
Spoke to Stickyfinger-Sister yesterday while I was making possibly the most repulsive noodles in creation. Luckily, (as I mentioned earlier) I sold my appetite and so did not have to eat them. But they were certainly a peculiar color. Just another thing that isn't on my Bucket List but I'm glad to have done.
We were galavanting and making our little schemes and dreams and what not, when she appeared to take offense at the possibility of revealed information. So we came to an agreement that no negative information shall now no ever shall be passed 'tween her and me. (grammatical vomit).
I've no money what so ever to fulfill my odd life requirements and so much be exceptionally creative in how I obtain it. I may use only coupons today, or mayhaps I shall threaten passing children in Portuguese. This will be tricky considering I can't actually speak Portuguese.
Captain Contemporary has been voyaging across the seven seas and is soon returning, as Flower soon is to embark on them tonight. I had hoped that she could have stayed for the holidays, yet alas we all seem to be dispersing hither and thither. Oh my, what unhappy hootenanny. Captain Contemporary may be accompanying me to HKJ tonight.
Towsh & Ruckus are back!
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Spoke to Stickyfinger-Sister yesterday while I was making possibly the most repulsive noodles in creation. Luckily, (as I mentioned earlier) I sold my appetite and so did not have to eat them. But they were certainly a peculiar color. Just another thing that isn't on my Bucket List but I'm glad to have done.
We were galavanting and making our little schemes and dreams and what not, when she appeared to take offense at the possibility of revealed information. So we came to an agreement that no negative information shall now no ever shall be passed 'tween her and me. (grammatical vomit).
I've no money what so ever to fulfill my odd life requirements and so much be exceptionally creative in how I obtain it. I may use only coupons today, or mayhaps I shall threaten passing children in Portuguese. This will be tricky considering I can't actually speak Portuguese.
Captain Contemporary has been voyaging across the seven seas and is soon returning, as Flower soon is to embark on them tonight. I had hoped that she could have stayed for the holidays, yet alas we all seem to be dispersing hither and thither. Oh my, what unhappy hootenanny. Captain Contemporary may be accompanying me to HKJ tonight.
Towsh & Ruckus are back!
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Olive Juice
Cricket, I am spent from my escapades of the night before.
Got some lovely gifts, very very happy with holiday booty. Received a bugle, a magnifying glass, a tiny hourglass, and twelve works of Shakespeare. What frabjous occurrences!
Saturday (yesterday) spent in working, did a show for a little girl of three years old. Did some singing and what not, but no magic and my hoop is under renovation. I am painting it. So my show was greatly abbreviated, and I made some truly fantastic balloon animals. Got the knack to invent when a child calls upon some new latex-genetic-mutation to be called into existence.
Ran into Accordion yesterday at H & M, and the day before at Mix, where he had purchased a 'Nutty Professor' smoothie. It was extraordinarily thick, the kind of smoothie that requires one to cross ones eyes and make light squeaking noises.
(me and my actual accordion, not the person)
After the show I met up with Flower, Glinda, and two of Flower's Inmates. We went first to Cotton On to stand around, and then Gnat-hand showed up. After more standing around we gathered up our limbs to Cul De Sac. Here, Flower & I watched her inmates and Glinda eat. After two bloodies Flower & I headed to Goccia.
Goccia doesn't have a happy-hour, but there is delightful food for consumption. So Flower feasted upon small and satisfying foods. I sold my appetite, but what remains is vegetarian and took delight in the miniscule mouthfuls, wide glinting plates, and unnecessarily symmetrical food. I was most entertained by the claim of the keeper behind the mood-lit counter when he claimed that no bloody could best him, and spake of the way they are created at Balalaika.
I hope to be the judge of any rivalry, as I informed Flower.
After Goccia we headed for a 'proper supper' at the Foreign Correspondence Club. Tis the kind of place that has newspaper clippings headed with 'The Japs Attack' and is decorated with elderly gentlemen addressing each other as 'Old Bean' and 'Chap'. Supper consisted of three spoonfuls of soup and a dejected waiter. (Do you want bread? / Do I?!!!!... No.)
Balalaika, Buddha Lounge, after. Met some lovely riff-raff who I hadn't seen in a good while, and then proceeded to mojito ourselves. After some really very entertaining spills, thrills and daffodils I headed on homewards.
Twas indeed a good saturday, and today is sunday. I doubt that I will go out tonight, I must attend to the painting of my hoop. I'm hoop-dancing tomorrow and I mayhaps shall go with Captain Contemporary, I hope as yet to meet Othello there. I left my hoodie there two weeks afore tomorrow, and hope he has claimed it.
Watching 'The Fellowship Of The Ring'. JRR gave great imagination, fascination and procrastination to generation upon generation.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Got some lovely gifts, very very happy with holiday booty. Received a bugle, a magnifying glass, a tiny hourglass, and twelve works of Shakespeare. What frabjous occurrences!
Saturday (yesterday) spent in working, did a show for a little girl of three years old. Did some singing and what not, but no magic and my hoop is under renovation. I am painting it. So my show was greatly abbreviated, and I made some truly fantastic balloon animals. Got the knack to invent when a child calls upon some new latex-genetic-mutation to be called into existence.
Ran into Accordion yesterday at H & M, and the day before at Mix, where he had purchased a 'Nutty Professor' smoothie. It was extraordinarily thick, the kind of smoothie that requires one to cross ones eyes and make light squeaking noises.
(me and my actual accordion, not the person)
After the show I met up with Flower, Glinda, and two of Flower's Inmates. We went first to Cotton On to stand around, and then Gnat-hand showed up. After more standing around we gathered up our limbs to Cul De Sac. Here, Flower & I watched her inmates and Glinda eat. After two bloodies Flower & I headed to Goccia.
Goccia doesn't have a happy-hour, but there is delightful food for consumption. So Flower feasted upon small and satisfying foods. I sold my appetite, but what remains is vegetarian and took delight in the miniscule mouthfuls, wide glinting plates, and unnecessarily symmetrical food. I was most entertained by the claim of the keeper behind the mood-lit counter when he claimed that no bloody could best him, and spake of the way they are created at Balalaika.
I hope to be the judge of any rivalry, as I informed Flower.
After Goccia we headed for a 'proper supper' at the Foreign Correspondence Club. Tis the kind of place that has newspaper clippings headed with 'The Japs Attack' and is decorated with elderly gentlemen addressing each other as 'Old Bean' and 'Chap'. Supper consisted of three spoonfuls of soup and a dejected waiter. (Do you want bread? / Do I?!!!!... No.)
Balalaika, Buddha Lounge, after. Met some lovely riff-raff who I hadn't seen in a good while, and then proceeded to mojito ourselves. After some really very entertaining spills, thrills and daffodils I headed on homewards.
Twas indeed a good saturday, and today is sunday. I doubt that I will go out tonight, I must attend to the painting of my hoop. I'm hoop-dancing tomorrow and I mayhaps shall go with Captain Contemporary, I hope as yet to meet Othello there. I left my hoodie there two weeks afore tomorrow, and hope he has claimed it.
Watching 'The Fellowship Of The Ring'. JRR gave great imagination, fascination and procrastination to generation upon generation.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Friday 19 December 2008
Life & Death In Lang Kwai
Alas, Alas...
Two of my fish have perished and scummed to a buoyancy disorder.
Make that three.
So now I only have two fish. 'They're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl' and there can only be one soul survivor. Stickyfinger-Sister-Chickenoodlesoup The Spazzy Orange Fish lives on, with the intrepid and for some indeterminable reason really tough Johan Sebastian Bach The Sucker Fish. They swim around and around being vapid together. A match made by Devin.
Mahi-Mahi (not the Hawaiian sea-critter in this case, but a code name for an all-expenses paid gentlemen of good standing) & Hopscotch are hosting some gigantic New Years Party. It will be quite the event, so I imagine although I scribbled upon the event wall for 'heated gentlemen, please' just because it doesn't hurt to have a friendly ratio.
So I'd filmed the auditions to Bars In Fair Lies, a show that is put on every year that features modern music and hootenanny. I auditioned as well, and today the results were put through. For Bars In Fair Lies every year the performers 'become' particular musical roles. For example, I auditioned last year 'As' Cecilia Bartoli with renascence 'Amarilli, Mia Bella' and was asked to 'be' Nichole Scherzingleberrybutterfer (whatever her name is, from that vile troop PCD).
The year before I auditioned singing Jazz (as Ella Fitzgerald, nothing like her before not since) and was promptly made a Spice Girl.
Can I get a 'wtf' from any random member of the audience?
So this year I was told which song to audition with, 'Rehab' the Amy Whinehouse number. But ultimately I was put through Bars In Fair Lines as Katy Perry. My ex-girlfriend would be proud.
Everyone is going to some club tonight, yet I stay at home due to organized Christmas spirit. Seems a pretty nice place, too. In TST so it ain't too dogdey. Well, I hope they have fun and put up lots of embarrassing photos.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Two of my fish have perished and scummed to a buoyancy disorder.
Make that three.
So now I only have two fish. 'They're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl' and there can only be one soul survivor. Stickyfinger-Sister-Chickenoodlesoup The Spazzy Orange Fish lives on, with the intrepid and for some indeterminable reason really tough Johan Sebastian Bach The Sucker Fish. They swim around and around being vapid together. A match made by Devin.
Mahi-Mahi (not the Hawaiian sea-critter in this case, but a code name for an all-expenses paid gentlemen of good standing) & Hopscotch are hosting some gigantic New Years Party. It will be quite the event, so I imagine although I scribbled upon the event wall for 'heated gentlemen, please' just because it doesn't hurt to have a friendly ratio.
So I'd filmed the auditions to Bars In Fair Lies, a show that is put on every year that features modern music and hootenanny. I auditioned as well, and today the results were put through. For Bars In Fair Lies every year the performers 'become' particular musical roles. For example, I auditioned last year 'As' Cecilia Bartoli with renascence 'Amarilli, Mia Bella' and was asked to 'be' Nichole Scherzingleberrybutterfer (whatever her name is, from that vile troop PCD).
The year before I auditioned singing Jazz (as Ella Fitzgerald, nothing like her before not since) and was promptly made a Spice Girl.
Can I get a 'wtf' from any random member of the audience?
So this year I was told which song to audition with, 'Rehab' the Amy Whinehouse number. But ultimately I was put through Bars In Fair Lines as Katy Perry. My ex-girlfriend would be proud.
Everyone is going to some club tonight, yet I stay at home due to organized Christmas spirit. Seems a pretty nice place, too. In TST so it ain't too dogdey. Well, I hope they have fun and put up lots of embarrassing photos.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Thursday 18 December 2008
Portrait of the Shady
Well Glinda got some highly entertaining photograph(ics) and so I thought I should put some up.
A superb individual. So superb, she is worth a smacker.
I walked 25 Km for Autism with these splendid ladies, we donned as the Jonas Brothers (who are crap, by the way) complete with pre-teen fan.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
A superb individual. So superb, she is worth a smacker.
I walked 25 Km for Autism with these splendid ladies, we donned as the Jonas Brothers (who are crap, by the way) complete with pre-teen fan.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Wednesday 17 December 2008
Trouble In Parasites
Okay! Okay! I understand I have atrociously bad spelling... Thats what tends to spill out of my dyslexic mind, namely alphabet soup.
So I'm Schonberging out (yes, any composer is automatically a noun if you want it bad enough) to Les Miserables.
I didn't end up going to HKJ, went to Privet instead, below Dragon Eye. Its a decent place but truth me told I detested every minute in it.
It was SALSA night.
I HATE salsa.
I was promised attractive males and music.
I got creepers and SALSA music. Can I get a wtf from any random member of the audience?
I went with Stickyfinger Sister today, christmasgifting ourselves. I got a black dress from Zara but when I got home I cut it up into
many very small pieces because I didn't like it anymore. Its not like I have money to spare (I REALLY DON'T) but now I can use the fabric
to make hundreds of christmas plush mice. or just you know, Zara Rats.
Also got a lovely black dress from H&M, its a shirt everywhere in the world by Vegas and Hong Kong.
Who needs a shirt when you can take your pants off and eat obscene amounts of jam and crumpets named Pauline?
I don't actually know a Pauline, but if I did, I might have called her Crumpet.
Angry that I cannot go to a party / dinner on friday. Must stay in a glower my utmost at inanimate objects, giving glaring priority to pink ones.
My fish are officially creepy. I lift weights everyday and last night when I was lifting them (its good for hula-hoop muscles and kicking Teaks ass) I noticed that my fish were staring at me.
This would have ordinarily not been frightening, I'm really something to stare at. Kind of like the way you can't look away from roadkill or a really ugly possum-toddler hybrid creature.
But they were arranged in such a manner to strike fear into the bravest of hearts. (except batman).
One should not be gawked at by small round fish. It is not good for ones attitude towards sushi.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Monday 15 December 2008
My Jugular Juggler!
Well, I've spent the day writing obscene amounts of nothing about textiles for Design Theory & Technology. Can I get a 'wtf' from any random member of the audiance?
Don't get me wroung, its not a bad subject but three pages about the polyester trade in india can really get you down.
Hong Kong Jugglers tonight! I spin hoops and what not, taught myself how to do tricks with hula-hoops and what not, and now I go to HKJ every monday night. Huzzah for peanutbutterylove.
I hope that flower will come with me, although I think she may be off somewhere in prison dancing salsa. I tried to call her and that nefarious or lovely (depending on how you look at it, or how good you are at sarcasm) Beltbuckle picked up the phone. Grrr.
She is the almighty out-of-reach child...
Saw Stickyfinger Sister today, she looked good. I'm telling you, its those magical jeans.
Found out that that REALLY fine girl is gay today. I did my official happy-dance... a mixture of an electrocuted hummingbird, the hakka, and wallace and grommet.
Glinda felt ill today. I wish her a speedy recovery, her stomach was all of a dither... But then we went to go frolic with music and ate cappochino chocolate things, and felt better. Trevvs got an early birthday present, it was most interesting to contemplate what existed before IPods. What lore... She does look fantastic for her age, as the entire Music Banter Posse agreed.
I shall attempt at this bastard blog posting photos later, we shall see.
Sunday 14 December 2008
Oh My Frog!
'tis a habit of mine to name my pets after famous people. For the more innocent and skip-to-the-loo moments, the better parts of my childhood, I had a cat named Beethoven. I like to think that his full name is / was 'Ludwig Van Beethoven'.
He died of liver cancer, and he never did drink, poor mow.
He was followed by the creatively named 'Charles Darwin' (red-eared teripin) 'Thomas Edison' (his brother) or Eddy & Darr for short. After my the one and only phase of liking science in my life I had two other turtles, named 'Clive Barker' and 'Edgar Alan Poe' after two of many of my favorite authors. Neither authors nor turtles were optimists, as Poe practically invented large parts of horror and gothic literature and Barker wrote books on hell and nightmares... where as the turtles just died.
The turtles where a tad less creative in their morbidity.
This was followed by the sea monkeys 'George Washington' and 'Abraham Lincon'.
I'd had a truly stupid and boring sucker fish that refused to die, its still with me... persisting in its pure vapidity. Its name is Jhohan Sebastian Bach The Fish, and it entertains itself by sucking on the originator and being surprised by the unfortunate result every time. Jhohan will not believe he is not a puffer fish.
Now I have gotten four lively and practically spherical companions for JS Bach The Fish. Four tiny round goldfish that remind me of pop-corn and eye-balls at the same time. They are named after the Threatening Threesome (which is actually four people, now).
In order to distinguish between the actual fish, and the people, they all have the same surname (a family of small lively obese idiotic goldfish). they have been identified by their distinctive markings.
Flower Chickennoodlesoup (the one with a third eye marking and a mustache)
Glinda Chickennoodlesoup (the one with the 'shoes')
Stickyfinger-Sister Chickennoodlesoup (the fully asian one with a talent for spazzing)
Jhonnie Cat Chickenoodlesoup (The fattest)
And of course poor Jhohan Sebastian Bach is sadly at the other side of the tank, sucking his lonesome oxiginator.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Saturday 13 December 2008
Gloomy Ice-cream Sunday
Welcome to the listless this and that for again and again.
Tomfooling yesterday went swimmingly, managed to wrangle a good rainbow (the color of joy, laughter, florescent pubescence and absinthe) by being overly obvious and friendly to that excellent individual Herbert. 'Twas yummy, and again made my head spin like all the heavens on earth were but a dradel.(sp)
They make truly delicious bloodies at Balalaika, I give my utmost recommendation. Also, I had a sore and I nabbed the salt from the bloody to fix that up, while Glinda used the moisture forming on her Corona to fix Flowers hair. What a class act we are. LKF Tricks & Tips for Tits & Rips?
Later joined by James, Junny and Stickyfinger Sister.
Hadn't seen James in about four years and don't really have much comment other than that he is taller and had shorter hair, not exactly gossip, but there you go. Glinda looked especially smashing yesterday and we all entertained ourselves (or at least I did) by admiring her skill at smoothening her legs. She wore the black halter that looks excellent, and of course the shoes.
Stickyfinger Sister & Flower wore the same shirt and looked smashing as well. I had to hasten back to my abode early due to do inconvenient circumstances yet I do believe they went on to be intoxicated or frolicsome for a long amount of time, and I do hope they had a splendid time of it. I bought out a 7/11ns entire suply of sushi (again) and ate it all to entertain myself while listening to les miserable. It counts as a hobby.
I don't think I made a very good impression when I went with Stickyfinger Sister to prison, so I may need to find a new fishing pond. If Chup is the best thus far managed then truly, futility and fecundity is in the air. I really should start being nicer to people, for someone who beleives in Karma, I'm really very unpleasant to people in general.
Today is intended to be spent writing up another twenty or so pages on paper due in this coming tuesday, and hopefully seeing Flower for dinner. I need to get my makeup back, if it stays in the party-office too long its sure to get gonorrhea.
Might meet MDE Kurosaki/Yohanis on tuesday to get photos from balloon shoot.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Tomfoolery (Otherwise known as LKF)
Well. The shoot went really well. Like that long hollow cylender that Haruki Murakami's Mr. Wind-Up Bird has a habit of contemplating himself in.
I do love Murakami, just so fantastic (in the origonal sense of the word).
Did two shows today, one with Timagic (no need for a code name here) and one on my own. I do like working with Timagic because we always get tips and urasians have to stick together, just because. Come to think of it, there aren't many urasians I don't like.
I think there are two that I'd like to see boil very slowly (frog style) in a creme brulee - like fluid (so that they'd get fat, and then die).
A certain person who shall remain nameless has cheered me greatly of late, I find her unhygenic and vapid not to mention irritating as a rash on a hot day with chilli on it. Well, you know how some people have 'Gay-dar' ect.? I'm sorry to say I have the sixth sense of 'Weight-dar'. Don't get me wrong, when I go for girls (which I do, get over it) I hate skinny ones and I don't see whats so attractive about genitles on a coat-hanger, its vile. Infact, even slender girls I don't find attractive sometimes. But honest to blog, missy ignaramos put on approx 3 kilos in the last week.
Muah.ha.ha.
I think its a quiet night tonight, maybe one red and some writing, we shall see.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
I do love Murakami, just so fantastic (in the origonal sense of the word).
Did two shows today, one with Timagic (no need for a code name here) and one on my own. I do like working with Timagic because we always get tips and urasians have to stick together, just because. Come to think of it, there aren't many urasians I don't like.
I think there are two that I'd like to see boil very slowly (frog style) in a creme brulee - like fluid (so that they'd get fat, and then die).
A certain person who shall remain nameless has cheered me greatly of late, I find her unhygenic and vapid not to mention irritating as a rash on a hot day with chilli on it. Well, you know how some people have 'Gay-dar' ect.? I'm sorry to say I have the sixth sense of 'Weight-dar'. Don't get me wrong, when I go for girls (which I do, get over it) I hate skinny ones and I don't see whats so attractive about genitles on a coat-hanger, its vile. Infact, even slender girls I don't find attractive sometimes. But honest to blog, missy ignaramos put on approx 3 kilos in the last week.
Muah.ha.ha.
I think its a quiet night tonight, maybe one red and some writing, we shall see.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Friday 12 December 2008
Miss Molly
I'm wating The Fellowship of The Ring right now.
Can I get a 'hell yes' from any random member of the audience?
Got the proofs back from the photo-shoot I did with Kurosaki Yohanis MDE, 'High', it was a lot of fun and proofs turned out really excellent. I love working with MDE Photography because he's immensely talented and a lot of fun (like most immensely talented people nowadays, he is dreadfully under-recognized).
http://mydigital-eye.com/
I have a shoot with MW coming up, I'm actually a little anxious about this one, Chupp was supposed to come with me (but that ain't happening). Its no makeup, or as near to nothing as makes no odds.
Stickyfinger Sister cottoned on to this and that without me, due to my impending doom known as Chinglish... thats twice now chinglish has impeded me. I had to abandon Glinda because of it before in Balalaika.
Turrah.
Morgan
Where Is My Lollipop?
** Title derived from graffiti piece
So, can anyone tell me? I appear to have misplaced it. Honesty to blog, I'm finding this whole situation incredibly irritating. I saw Flower today at prison, as I have said, and then I went from that decrepit neighborhood back to the good old HK Side... we saw mormons. Flower shouted at them, or rather proclaimed a their noun as loud as maybe in the middle of an MTR station.
Then she swiftly scatted (with her feet, not the Jazz style).
I saw Chupp and Beltbuckle when I was with Flower and Sister today. Although I know that I am odd. I have bruises up and down my arms from hula-hoop juggling. I got to give it a rest before the next HKJ meeting, or my arms are going to fall off and make little blade and chalice shapes on the ground.
Stephanie Meyer pisses me off, if you want to read that kind of dribble than just go to tween-central Quizzilla.
Went for some lovely this-and-that with Flower at Balalaika, but it was occupied by some private party. That is irritating. So many things are irritating me of late...
I lifted weights for hours yesterday, because Teak decided it was a smart idea to mess with Jhonnie Cats sister, and I am improving my ammunition in order to eliminate him. She is in a really bad way and if I saw him today he would have been altered greatly in terms of facial structure.
A pair of trolls did not understand my tongue today, so I abandoned my communication with the Crabbe & Goyle like fellows, even Chupp. I do so adore the literary awareness of Flower, she's a clever clogs.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Life & Lost Lollipops
Well this is the first entry to this little bloggeroo of mine. Thanks to Flower I've started this one in hopes of becoming either influencial or a little bit more creepy.
I snagged the site of Ailyn, and then found out she wanted to cook me. Can I get a Tee-Hee from any random member of the audiance?
Today was spent in going over to visit Flower (in prison) and I promptly screamed my face off at one of her inmates, who was wearing a tie. I just became aggrivated at him, and don't know his name. Beltbuckle was there, I spent yesterday watching his rugby team beat the one I was supposed to be cheering for. I'd be better at that If I knew how rugby worked. I don't.
I know it involves a lot of large males running at eachother, a sort of grunting noise, and then a lot of body odor and chesticle bumping.
I must now go for fooding with Flower and Sister.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
I snagged the site of Ailyn, and then found out she wanted to cook me. Can I get a Tee-Hee from any random member of the audiance?
Today was spent in going over to visit Flower (in prison) and I promptly screamed my face off at one of her inmates, who was wearing a tie. I just became aggrivated at him, and don't know his name. Beltbuckle was there, I spent yesterday watching his rugby team beat the one I was supposed to be cheering for. I'd be better at that If I knew how rugby worked. I don't.
I know it involves a lot of large males running at eachother, a sort of grunting noise, and then a lot of body odor and chesticle bumping.
I must now go for fooding with Flower and Sister.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
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