i am absolutely positively in love with serge gainsbourg. thus solidifying my innate fascination with perverted french men. and a dead one at that.

and i am incredibly frightened by jay dee's portrayal of willy wonka. not that the book wasn't equally creepy as is. i remember puking bananas at the thought of the tremendous candy consumption and being completely and utterly disturbed by the fates of the children. the carnage was horrifying for seven year old me.

things i have purchased from ebay since i deposited my paycheck:

a glow-in-the-dark japanese beetle bracelet from china. (it came delivered in a smashed up box with crazy chinese stamps all over it. the usps guy gave me the "that better not be opium" eye)
*a spider bracelet
*a scorpion bracelet


this burroughs shirt.


these buttons

some soap, more buttons (some kerouac and burroughs this time, cause g-berg was getting lonely.) and um, a lot more that i can't even remember. i had to stop myself from buying chris a $400 aboriginal eucalyptus didgeridoo three months pre-mature of his birthday. APPARENTLY I'M SAVING FOR A CAR.

items on my wishlist:
-a new toothbrush (sonicare, please)
-two tickets to jam cruise for my birthday

-this in my driveway. (in red, please)
-one of those foam beds invented by astronauts
-travel back in time when i was five to my adventure with peeing-in-the-woods-while-wearing-a-leotard-as-the-johnson-boys-watched-from-a-distance-even-though-they-promised-to-close-their-eyes so I can right the whole day that went wrong.
-a sloth.


breaker breaker, we're goin' down.