I can't believe I am going to spend Halloween in TOKYO. What if they don't celebrate Halloween?! I would die if they wouldn't. BUT MORE AMAZING, what if they do?? Imagine, millions of even crazier japanese outfits running around the streets. Couldn't imagine it to be any more different than what goes on there daily.
TOKYO + HALLOWEEN + GERHARD =
UNEXPLAINABLY EXCRUCIATINGLY GOOD IN ALL DIMENSIONS
LIKE I DIE.
The Office party continues, on Gerhard's balcony with my old friends Ballantine's, jameson and Subrowka. Life is good, some song that goes funk master joe a million times is playing what seems like repeat and I'm the only gal out there. Hanging out with a whisky coke in one hand a cigarette in the other trying to understand the code language of a billion skaters talking about spots.
Can't say it is going that well.
photo by rige. Last summer, after a sweaty night at babel.
I'm fucked again. In both ways actually. Lying in bed facing the wall and screen of my trusted mac while ignoring the towers of washed and unwashed clothes surrounding me. Cigarette is lit, the last episode of season 1 Carnivàle played and I realize, again, that I still have a life to take care of, I still have an apartment to decorate and I still have a minor itch between my legs even if I had extremely good intercourse yesterday after what appeared to be a million drinks this morning.