I’m not going to be keeping a public personal blog anymore. For everything to do with my writing & zines, you can find me here. Thanks for reading.
This is an older Supersampler roll.
Firstly, some photos from my trip to the Aquarium with Emma & Morgan to see DUGONGZ! ❤
“Most of this garbage I write
That these people seem to like
Is about you
And how I let you infect my life”
I just remembered that I love Atmosphere.
I’m separating my entries into categories…it may take a while to sort them all so bear with me. The categories will be:
DAY TO DAY – personal entries about what I’ve been up to…mostly for my own benefit so I can contain my paranoia about amnesia.
OH, YOU PRETTY THINGS – photos of people who are aesthetically pleasing. Models, mostly. Male models. Skinny ones.
COPY & DESTORY – all things relating to zines.
MUSIC FROM THE MOTHER COUNTRY – music from Former Yugoslavia. I’ve sort of unintentionally turned this blog into a propaganda machine for music from the 80s to emerge out of that particular country.
PRETENDING TO BE A PHOTOGRAPHER – for all the photos I take with my film cameras.
A few other things: Dalibor & I saw Friday the 13th the other day – what a hilarious movie! So many bad horror movies have been released in recent times and I’m loving it; Jasmina and I have been synchronised a few times in catching the train home which has been fantastic because the long journey home gets so boring, especially when sleep deprivation kicks in and I can’t even convince myself to do some readings for uni…or when it’s peak hour and I can’t move inside the carriage; I’ve been running on so little sleep, sometimes making it through days at uni on as little as two hours….so yesterday afternoon I wanted to take a nap around 5.30….but continued sleeping right until 11.30 this morning!!!!!; my crush on young-hot-Tifa is reaching unhealthy levels…
Zig on the Library Lawn during O-Week.
I’m starting to think that my recent bout of obsession with Bijelo Dugme has had an adverse effect on my sanity. Last night I had a dream in which I made out with Tifa as he sang “Jer kad ostaris” to me, except I only THOUGHT he was singing that (my favourite Bijelo Dugme song) but later I somehow figured out he’d actually been singing one of my favourite Riblja Corba songs (“Necu da zivim u bloku 65”) but I somehow subconsciously knew it was neither of those songs? What the fuck. Oh but that’s not the weird part…..I mean, I’d love to have dreams of getting it on with Tifa; they’d be wonderful, as close as I will ever get to touching this man. Except that in my dream, it was an OLD TIFA. Tifa the too-old drunk touching himself on stage and looking like a tool! Oh dear god, I’ve officially gone insane. The worst part of it was that, in the dream, I was ENJOYING IT! Ew.