January 13th, 2003

I can fly!

Er, sorry. Sleepykitten.

Did that thing of getting my phone in my sleep again. So, er, can't remember who texted me, and whether I dreamed people texting me, or what. flannelcat I know texted me early this morning (well, ok, not that early, but I was tired) and I'm pretty sure ladymoonray texted me around one - very possibly saying something I shall have to poke her for (I am not that predictable dammit, honest! ~hides~) but - dennyd? kitty_goth? Did either of you text me? I'm fairly sure I remember one or other of you texting but I may well have dreamed it and if you did I haven't the faintest what you said. Help?

Today I will just immerse myself in music (there's far too much stuff flannelcat hasn't heard) and hope everything else goes away.

(Such a big crush, dammit. ~meeps and hides~)

And, oh damn, I think I have a cold, too. Bah.

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  • Current Music
    'Plaza', John Foxx.
Music

Music.

Been recording things for flannelcat (incidentally, neither of those songs we heard in the pub show up on Google ~sigh~) and, y'know...music! Yay!

And now I'm listening to the Mortiis CD emomisy gave me and it really is absolutely blissful. Weird, but blissful.

Music good. ~nod~

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  • Current Music
    Yes, ok, it's silly as well as good, but it *is* good.
(I've tried patience)

Something weird is happening. Film at eleven, I suspect.

I wish I knew that it was something good. I wish I trusted people to make offers and decisions based on what *they* wanted, not on what I've told them I want. It's very sweet that they want to make me happy, but I'd much rather they thought harder about what it does to me when I find out they were predominantly doing something for my benefit, that they wouldn't have done otherwise.
Selfishness is occasionally a virtue, kids. Truly.

Incidentally, I've just downloaded 'Starfuckers, Inc.' (NIN) and it's bloody brilliant. But I'm sure the version I danced to was different. They're overfond of doing different versions of their songs, damn it.

~deepsigh~
~deeper sigh~ I suppose I'd better e-mail some people and ask some questions, then. I don't know. Why do people ask me things they're more likely to know the answers to themselves? Argh.

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  • Current Music
    'Twisted', Wayne G.
(I've tried patience)

Oh, ok, fine. And, makeup.

Life doesn't suck. wechsler is lovely (no, he hasn't done anything, he just is) and asrana loves me and I'm rereading dj_pooka's story that he wrote for me, and, y'know. People love me. Which is good.

But I'm sending e-mails into the ether, ones that will never get replied to. Why am I doing it? Because I need to let people know that I care, even if they don't care that I care.

Today I kicked around on LJ contemplating makeup on various guys. Yesterday I was thinking at someone "wear full-on not-the-Crow-honest makeup for me, please oh please". At someone else thinking "please don't (over)do it, it would change the way you're attractive and I like the way you are now".
Someone else thinks a certain colour doesn't suit them (wrong); someone else seems to have stopped wearing lipstick (wrong); 'tis a complicated business.

So I ask you this : Gentlemen, if you wear makeup, why do you wear it and what do you think suits you best?
Ladies, do you like men to wear makeup? Why? Why not?


Something of a preoccupation of mine. Please answer...I am very very curious.

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  • Current Music
    'Black Sun', Dead Can Dance.