>destiny is calling me: open up your eager eyes, ’cause i’m mr brightside
>check out the Eye Weekley Cross-Canada music poll, where they quoted my thoughts on Cat Power and Kevin Federline. carl wilson and optimuscrime toronto are quoted as well, and my editor The Brophy has an awesome quote on justin timberlake.
that’s my gay boyfriend johnathon givin’ it to me in madrid way back in august of ’05.
and guess who i spent the day with.
he trekked into the city from his oxford home, and we met up outside the Goodge tube stop (dirty tube name, i know). did some shopping in oxford circus, then over to covent garden (at a shop called Fat Face, which i continued to randomly shout down the street afterwards cuz i thought it was all kinds of funny), and then made our way up to camden town for lunch. over tangy curried vegetables, pillows of white rice, and leafy greens, our giggles overlapped. stories of men and work-horror-stories and sex and language-idioms. i took the piss outta him and he yanked my chain. like conspirators, we checked out plenty of sweet pieces of ass, and when mum called me to say hi (on my new motorazer mobile phone, thank you very much), he got on the line with her to shoot the shit. i love his cute british tushie, so firm you could bounce 50 pence off of it.
his airline is sending him to tokyo tomorrow, so we’ll meet up again once he gets back. i can’t believe it’s been a year and a half since we galavanted through madrid, counting how many passerbys we would sleep with.
this weekend i have 10 flats to look at all over the city, and a job interview on monday, so i may be awol. but trust that i am okay and safe and happy to be running for a place that is slowly becoming home.