I HAVE NO EYES, NO WORDS & NO MIND.

this is my zining box of d00m. it's full of zine making related pieces of paper and other scraps. mainly photocopies of pretty things. it's so full & heavy its torn at both ends and i sort of can't lift it back up on top of the wardrobe. well, i can, but i can't be bothered cos i'd just have to get it down again tomorrow or whatever. in the past few nights i've been zining a fair bit. eight pages of your pretty face #10 done done so far. i'd go and do some more but getting home quite late and doing the dishes, making dinner and having a bath has messed up my night thymme and it's already almost bedtime. actually, it is already bed time. poo. we've got boys on the sofa again. only had them away for one night! oh well. i should print my cv, so i can take it in for something tomorrow during lunch. shh.

in other news.. carl brought home two packets of agent provocateur perfumed cushions as today’s oxfam presents. they smell rather saucy. i put one on our pillows, underneath the duvet. i'm gonna go sniff the sheets now.

"DEATH BED" KITTEN FOREVER