Feel the Magic

The Amazing Windowless World of Catering Interiors

 Metaphor for my life.

 I sat in here for 3 hours polishing glasses.

This is a milk machine.

 The storeroom. A refuge.

 Utility corridors have a unique charm all to themselves. Industrial chic.

The Pit at Douche Bank. Deep below the earth. I often thought about jumping. It would have been ok tho. Would have bounced on the bubble wrap...

I miss college pt 1 of 3 ( dream raw write-out)

I miss college, and L true that my subconscious doesn't know that I have left. I have dreamt of my degree shall setting up my degree show, to make it more relevant and funny are my co- Blogger, was in the dream, to help me set up the lights or rather to find where the lights were and that they were the wrong lights and I needed him to stop fussing, and help me regulating the spotlights, and I wanted to punch them bed in my head in the dream, I realised if I punched him he wouldn't help me so I didn't.  Then there was my good friends good lost friends maybe not so good, he was being horrible surprise surprise to me and my super friend and I can't know super friend was doing and there was also hilarious T who was being hilarious and her friends who was been herself and I think there were are more characters from college and they were all a distillation of who they were when at College. Oh and horribly this was a variant on the recurrent I have an exam and I haven't prepared for it dream: this time, it's degree show, and I didn't realise it was that day and I had some stuff in my studio that I had like had been doing lots of sculptures and I need up on having three of them in the space that's because the space, was in some defused squat or something then the weather like furniture so I managed to make do with what was around and made it into an installation of the poverty that was a head that's that was the panic with the spotlight because of course it was the sculptures that mattered and everything else have to be in the dark and it was 10 minutes to opening time and I was calculating in my head how long it would take for people to get to MySpace, then I panicked about Business cards but then realised I had some in my bag and then I was glad to there was a fire escape in MySpace could come out and have lots of fags and fill the ashtray

Over blogging

FBStaring

Time spent multitaskingly ceilingstaring and FBlooking? 83mns.

This.is.serious.

Urgent action required: eye mask treatment.

CeilingStaring

Dangerous Mix

I WAS going to blog about The Salon but I can't, I'm triple shot.

Oh yes: triple shot. And if we all know we're not meant to have a triple shot in a double espresso, image the effect of a triple shot on a double depresso.

Because the double depresso is not lifting; swear word, swear word.  So I just had to take to my sofa, for although a double espresso combined with a triple shot is guaranteed to keep you up for hours, my current combo has just plonkingly floored me. Much to my surprise too, since a triple shot is a lethal mixture of rage, anger and fury, and so it ought to activate you. But no, just like double depresso, it is guaranteed to dampen your spirits, swear word knows when I'll get up again.

Newspaper Building Office Break

Lampshades...

 Soothing and calming views...

If you crouch down behind the counter and take a photo, it looks like this...

DD vs DE

Last Wednesday I reported a terrible bout of double depresso. And I thought it'd be over the following day. It wasn't as such, it was a latte with a strong dose of depresso: it wasn't until Friday when I took myself to see my friends' exhibitions that it started to lift, and the following day I processed a thousand images.

And that is the difference with a double expresso hit, it may hit as hard but it lasts way longer, like Sedna's orbit