
seriously. no way in hell some minor obstacle like this is gonna stop me. fat can never get in the way of the beautiful friendship we have, peanut butter jar and me. and fuck bread, too. i will stay right here and dig up jars of skippy all the way to eternal bliss.

a big aeroplane took my babe away and left me with his neurotic cat, deep longing and his marvelous collection of black tshirts. for about two weeks the band’s tour van will go around europe and he’ll go on stage, scream at various europeans and play his bass. my plans, meanwhile; include sushi, chocolate, my wacoms, long hours of work and sleeping with my huge gloomy bear plush doll. meep.
pictured: tomba saying some silly retarded stuff and rijnie with her multi functional gold chain in her hair. i get to see them not at all too often so it was really nice to catch up (and grace the teder with our mumblings, sideswept bangs and amazing shoes).
sometimes it just happens. this inevitable restlessness creeps up on me slowly until i’m completely bananas. then i try to cure it out with compulsive shopping, compulsive ice cream gulping, or compulsive procrastinating. but that stupid feeling of stress and restlessness is still there, and i have to patiently wait until it’s gone. guess i’m not too patient either.