this one..

..i like as well. funny clip, love the colours and i wish i'd look good in her outfit. feist - 1 2 3 4

i really like this song

feist - my moon my man

it's...

...penisbutter & jelly time!

note to mathieu

OMG slap me!
he makes me smile, im such a girl
uuuuuuuugh
i make myself wanna puuuuuuuke.

just throw a stapler to my head or anything blunt, or whatever.
thank you very much.

strawberryfrog animated gif contest

good work. don't know who the winner is yet though..
mathieu, jon, or me?

dearest blog,

today i went into the future. in the future people are honest and bring your cellphone to the lost and found people. in the future everything is bright and fancy, and it gives you a warm feeling in your tummy.

also i have learned that in the future, another future i was in today, that vip no longer means very important person. no, it means very intense penetration. and kids in this kind of future buy planners with the word starfucker written in big bold letters on the cover. this future i didn't like so much.

but the other future, the warm feeling in my tummy future that makes me want to be an egg, i liked. i liked it a lot. i can recommend everyone to go and take a look at this future called the nieuwe openbare bibliotheek in amsterdam, the new library. if you're looking for me, i'll most likely be there. it will become my new home, next to work.

it has been a wonderful day.
talk to you tomorrow dear blog, i love you.

have you seen this man?

now people will think i'm crazy

what i wrote in bed when I got back from the björk concert last night:

i’m back.
take all with a grain of salt.
i’m a drama queen. i live life with passion. and that’s ok.

mayday mayday i forgot the salt.

what an amazing night. i was flying.

and if you complain once more, you’ll meet an army of me.
joythearmy.

that sums it up.
awesome.

mathieu is a phoenix.
i am a fancy purple parakeet with crazy legs and i have no name, i don’t know its name cause i’ve never been in that forest. I’m unique.
i’m looking for my polar bear.

great example of me talking too much.

sucked

last friday we went to 5 days off in the paradiso, amsterdam. and ever since i can't get it out of my head why i was so drunk. i know i didn't have much to eat and i know vodka isn't that nice to an empty stomach.. but i've had nights with waaaaay more drinks and was still able to stand up and dance.

most of the evening is lost, i got lost a couple of times.. wandering around alone, then snapping out of it and realizing i was alone, i couldn't dance on my own two feet and had to cling on to mathieu and tobias (i <3 you both for taking care of me), i have bruises everywhere. and really a lot of the night is gone.

it's scary. and this is not an excuse for being so drunk, it's just me wondering what was wrong with me.. i can't stop thinking about it.

i wish i could erase the little memory i have of that night,
i wasn't myself and it sucked.

very pretty

kate nash - the nicest thing

we kiss and i say he's so immature

today i heard happy is the new black.
but it's so popular that it's sold out everywhere.
i hope someone will return happy, so i can buy it.
i like happy.

long story short:
i like a boy. boy likes me. it can't happen.
and he leaves soon.

i wish things weren't so difficult.
and death to the mosquitos.

no one belongs here more than you.stories by miranda july

last weekend a friend handed me this book so i could read one of the short stories. after that i read another and then we had to go..
now, i want to buy it. miranda july is the one who wrote, directed and played the main character in 'me you and everyone we know'. i loved that movie and i can't count the times i've seen it. i wanted to post an excerpt from the story 'shared patio' but now i can't decide which one.. fuck it, here's this one and you can read the complete story if you click here.

"Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the Earth, again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet, day after day, alone."