DJ's that can't dance. What's that about? Music is their life, pumping on the stereo in front of a wild, high on something crowd. I'm not talking DJ's that sit in a room and broadcast something on air - fool - but the ones you find at live events, spinning their records, or playing music off their laptop 'cause that really gets the vibes going man, psychedellic dude. Again, of the many things I would've liked to have been a DJ is one of them. Spinning tunes. Maybe Hakuna Mutata (?) followed by Eric Clapton, or just mixed together with the occasional sound of marbles dropping on the floor at irregular intervals and then playing the whole thing on fast forward. Wow, that even looks the button on my stereo, I am SO cool.
Mosquitos this year are a lot bigger than last year. And a lot louder. See previous post for a more inciteful discussion regarding the disease carriers.
Overtake a bike in your car, stop at the traffic lights soon after, and you have to overtake the same bike again. Sheesh, what a pavlova.
The word qi exisists in scrabble, as does ae.
And if anyone asks, smoking is bad for you, especially when you use a match that when you strike into your body (well, you've disregarded thoughts of internal health, you might as well set fire to yourself too) a small spark flies into your unkempt hair and you throw your head about, but alas! too late. The smell of burning hair is in the air. A while back I was in a club and borrowed a lighter of someone who was sitting down. I had to lean over some railings and then there was a definite smell of burnt hair. Thank the lord I don't wear hairspray, hallelujah. Although I suppose no-one wears hairspray. No-one has a can strapped to their head or anything. One of my friends every day uses half a bottle of mousse on her hair. It's like she's going through the foam part of Funhouse or something. But her hair never looks greasy and always looks really good. Oh yah, just like mine yah, a flick here, a flick there, like I've just stepped out of a salon. Always baby.
I love clear, crisp blue skies. You really appreciate them after having lived in Japan which is as overcast as the ringroad in coventry.
Toodle pip, off to start Harry Potter. Tried reading it earlier, but again I fell asleep the loser that I am. I tell yee, it's the work life. Bloody knackering.