Billy Corgan, David Lynch, Edward Gorey and Sylvain Chomet:
Your fingers make blood, dripping of magic. Someday I'll make you a song to love because I believe in reciprocity.

I love the lyrics. I just love the lyrics 'cause they make me feel like a cool crazy kid doing strange wild stuff when all I really do is sitting home, being bored, looking out my kitchen window, drinking tea, dreaming of being someone not real. That's probably why I've started writing letters to cool far away people who do stuff I like. I write them how I feel, who I am because I want them to recognise me and think this girl is soooo cool. I live in dreamworld and I just love that dreamworld, maybe its not very constructive but i need it.

This morning I was sitting at my kitchen table, looking out the window, smoking a cigarett and when I was about to put it out I realised that I hadn't used the ashtrey at all. I had just dropped the ashes all over the table and on the floor. Very stange thing to do.

I guess I am an absent-minded person, after all.