I AM

a bottle blonde and even if I look like a slavic girl, I'm not. I swear. The rest I'm not so sure of, I am borderline and ambivalent. I guess that makes me confused. What are you?

HUSH, DONT TELL MOMMY

that I did something bad. Oh... Bad, baaad girl. I am talking about my new job. Here's a hint:
http://open.spotify.com/track/1XHFob24QklIXtLRopKirJ

BLEACH

I love change, who doesn't?

So yesterday I took my fat ass and put it on the subway heading to the northern suburb where my best friend has her apartment.

My hair has been yellow, orange or something since April the twentieth, but blonde as blonde I thought, whatever that means.

Anyways. For three days I have been craving plums, and this craving has lead to some congestial problems, or anti problems. Hence I had to visit the Water Closet as fast as I stepped into the smokey apartment on floor 5. Whilst I was sitting there with cramps and eventual relief I spotted something that my inner Russian loved, a pack of bleach. I yelled at my best friend to come in to the Water Closet and that's when it happened.

"I trust you, my friend. I put the fate of hair in your hands and it's up to you to take good care of it, you hold my future." She muttered in Polish and I in Russian since our nationalities don't love each other. But MY GOD, she made my hair totally FAB! It's so blonde and so not yellow or orange and I just love love love love it! Now I have to clean the apartment. Bye!

KEBAB IN M'S STOMACH

It is swimming in the sea of guilt in Emme's tummy bag. She has filled herself again with all the sins. The day began so well... it ended so badly.
Yesterday didn't exist, yesterday was a very weird day. M's grandmother is not here any longer, M's grandmother is somewhere else but this earth. Only the body is left.
Except that Emme had her monthly birth yesterday. Or, at least it feels like it. Menstrual cramps, agonies of hell. As she use to say : I am a true woman since I give birth once a month.
The anguish is back on track too. D*MM*T. This aint lookin no guud.

FLEA MARKET

Saturday. Emme is sleepy after all cheese and pizza and standing at the flea market selling stolen goods to retired people, gypsies and locals. The weBLOG will be more frequentely updated, Emme has promised. But now time for sleep.

Please, just listen to this: LMF – Wei Wei Wei :song, it is just pure genius. Close your eyes and enjoy... Nighty

TV EYE

M has become a tv-idiot. She used to hate tv, now he/she/it is her best friend since her real one is in Turkey. Borderline-M is indifferent, calm, tired, swollen and suffering from disease. Life has been worse though, it's okay. :) ... ?

She hates smileys. Why did she post it? I dont know. Maybe because she's dead-suicidal-deeply depressed-depressed-blue-indifferent-okay-good-better-best-like gary busey on blow.

WHICH DAY IS IT? IVE COMPLETELY LOST TOUCH OF REALITY

http://open.spotify.com/track/0jFa52MmEYHXBPKLFIG7UJ

Today I've lost my voice and my eyes are all infected. I cough green mucus (or how you now spell it). Sexy, right? But things are okay. Yes they are. I really want to post more posts but my life is very busy at the moment. I try to straighten things out and it takes time. Maybe it will all be okay, only G d knows.
xoxo Emme