Igår låg jag i sängen efter att migränen torterat mig under hela dagen. I morgon när jag vaknar är den borta. Det måste den för då skall jag på intervju. Givetvis vaknade jag med skallebanken från helvetet. Trots 4 Treo, 2 Ipren, flera koppar kaffe samt nack- tinning- och ryggmassage vägrade den ge vika. Som om det inte vore nog fick jag panikångest. Hur i hela fridens namn skall detta gå? Men trots allt tvingade jag in mig i bilen och drog iväg.

Tales of my fortunes in London involving philosophy time travel heroin addicted granny, prophesy, prostitution, murder, global conspiracy, friends, and personal finances. I am from east germany and fled to england when my parents where murdered and have been living here unofficially since. Tuesday, January 23, 2007. The agent of this death and destruction scarcely moved apart from a pulsating vibration like breathing or swallowing or perhaps both. Yewl nevah gess wot! Jasmin is standing in Trafalgar Squa.

Think of the tender things that we were working on. Pinking out the day - dreaming out the crazy way. These 60s beads and 70s pendant are two of my favourite opshop finds in recent years! Back in the land of the living! My o my, I have been blowing some spectacular specimens out of my nose. Spring, and I, are ready to bounce about like new born lambs! In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain. Meh, woe is ME. Trying to poke my face b.