in my head : hoppipolla - sigur ros

i've put off posting anything the past couple of days because i don't wake up every day and pull together inspiring outfits like rumi or susie ; i'm not constantly in a pensive mood , harbouring deep and profound thoughts ; i'm not cool enough to write entries that are shrouded in code and where the people in my life have secret names ; i'm not widely travelled enough to post glorious pictures of my international globe trotting .

i'm just plain ol' soho , who sometimes feels kind-of rad enough to wear the unconventional, who falls sick , who passes gas and burps in public .

i'm sick of people who try and find every possible connection they have to you . we've all met them , the ones who question you incessently hoping to find that third degree connection that separates you from them . i'm sick of pretentious pricks . i'm so so so so utterly sick of her and everything that she represents . she's that dirty obnoxious tart that can't stay away from me and i hate her for it . mostly , i'm just thoroughly disgusted with myself because i can't rid myself of her .

alright . all done . i've let that out and now i actually feel better .

wait . you know what's one more thing i hate ? people asking me what's wrong when they read the things i write . it fucking pisses me off that you think you deserve the right to ask me about my thoughts and feelings when i hardly even talk to you on a daily basis . if i haven't spoken to you about it before , what makes you think i want to do so AFTER i've ranted online . seriously , who . the . bloody . fuck . are . you .

okay . now NOW i'm really done . ( and before you gossip hags start speculating about what or whom brought on this rant , there really is nothing and no one . believe it or not , i'm just really tired and full from this morning's insane fare )

my favourite memory of melbourne is of us :

standing in the shower
with the scalding water
sluicing down our bare backs
embracing our naked bodies


with my head on your chest
i can hear the beat of your heart
and your arms around me
all i hear is the steady rhythm

and it was as if i was home .










xoxoxoxoxo ,
soho