SORRY

Sorry about that - I've have been off the radar!

But, I went to a big gay sweatbox on the weekend with some friends and found myself in the middle of the dancefloor after giving birth to Ed Hardy next to a guy in an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt and three girls with a bottle of poppers. Spiritual moment of Mare Street and I find myself reborn.



The old me was in a terrible shape. I was a caterpillar of duvet and Namelesses old hoodie he got from the guy who ended up sleeping with his ex even though he said "Bros before hoes". I was watching endless cop shows nourished by cups of tea and phonecalls from my lady friends who wanted to see me through a dark patch.



The Italian, after coming over on Friday night and leaving me with a kiss and a see you later love and feeling all happy in my stomach, sent me a text on Tuesday saying "I don't need a new job, a girlfriend and friends take months even years. Please do me a favour and give me a break."

• He was calling me asking me how to teach him something.
• I had already told him twice "I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now" [meaning HIM in particular but hanging out and being friends with him was super fun, though he didn't know that directly.]
• And I have known this guy for about 2 years.

Then AIR PIE from him for the whole week after trying to find out WTF that was all about!

My cleaner Dora settled me down to a few home truths:

• You dress like an African woman.
• God took this man out of your life because you have everything - a house, a job, a computer, the internet, money, your things, friends, you are a nice person - and all you need is someone to love and care for you. He is too stupid to even do that so God took him out of your life.
• You need to have more fun. Look at your friends [meaning The Cardinal cause she goes round there too.] She always is having fun. I see all the wine glasses. You need to have fun.
• The man you are looking for is out there searching for you.

Then the two coolest people in Paris arrived.



Hobart unfortunately turned into a shit machine all weekend. Unbelievable.

xx Lektrogirl

BEST SONG OF THE YEAR

Okay so I know that XXCENSOREDXX is all over the place like a fiddlers elbow - and I just as guilty for it being so as anyone else but I have to say XXCENSOREDXX sent me an MP3 this afternoon of what in my mind is the most incredible song of the year. I have danced for the last half an hour and loved it over and over. I cannot tell you anything about it though - only other to say it is the most BANGING PARTY TUNE and you will shit when you get to hear it.

IT IS FUCKING MASSIVE.
M-A-S-S-I-V-E. It is going to be wicked for Christmas Raves.

I'm not allowed to post the track but anyone who wants to come over for dinner and listen is welcome OROROROROROROROR:::>>>

On the 18th September I will be spinning in Nantes for Puyo Puyo:

10-18-2008 22:00 at CHEZ FICHTRE
18 quai des Antilles, Nantes, 44000
Cost: 2 euros
LIVE : FELIX KUBIN DJ : LEKTROGIRL, SYLVIE ASTIE, THE BRAIN VJ : VIDJEDGE

and I will be playing this track for sure!!

xx Lektrogirl

P.S.

And as I can't tell you about the song, here is another one which has a really great cut and paste YouTube video by Jean Nippon. Who I this is cute.

STOCKHOLM

Johan ska få besök av en kär gammal vän :)

I am going on a trip at the end of October to make good a dinner date promise I made to a guy I know there. I am going to stay with another guy, Johan, and his dog Nixon, to have some serious old friend conversations. I think I have known Johan for 8 years now. I love him. He was my witness at my wedding!



I'M SO EXCITED.

I had a bath a minute ago to soothe my aching back - I twisted it helping The Cardinal sand her floor yesterday. SUCH FUN!! Unbelievable!! I was lying there thinking about the maps, the piano, the snow... Dinner date will be fun! And then when Johan invited me to stay instead of recommending a hotel I did total cartwheels around my house. The BEST EVER.

What a result from a shitty day. Also, I have a card from the post office letting me know I have a package that was too big to deliver [EXCITING!] and I won all my auctions on eBay today [RIPPA!] I suppose that I had not been putting enough effort into fun stuff lately that wasn't somehow mixed up with a situation that was making me very sad. And I have learnt a lesson in a quick decision to do something really spontaneous and frivolous.

Now I must go to bed and dream about happy things. Like this song Cesca post on her Facebook page which is brilliant.

Jo-Jo - "Mind Games" (1982)


xx Lektrogirl

NOT ONLINE A LOT

As I keep saying I haven't been online a lot lately. I have been feeling so shit you really cannot believe. It is my old friend "Lost At Sea Feeling" back again. If you have these times too, then you will understand. Hopefully you do, cause that will mean you are normal. But yeah, I have even thought about killing this blog. I started off not giving a fuck about what I wrote on here and telling great gossips and having a laugh. But has timed has moved on, I have found myself biting my tongue more often and thinking "Fuck should I say that?" and deleting half a paragraph. And that isn't why I started this blog in the first place. It was never meant to be a music blog, or a look at my H&M outfit blog, or anything, it was just supposed to be my place to sit down and chat away. Rather than have 4 AIM windows open and FB all running at the same time. What I find disturbing is why do I suddenly give a fuck even?



My relationship with my longest love is going through a rocky time. The relationship feels pretty empty and soulless at the moment? Maybe it is the weather? Maybe it wasn't meant to go on forever? Like the old man at Ed's bar in Chicago [when he was propositioning me to go back to his house and strip so he could look and not touch] said to Paul and I "You too are good for now. Not forever. Just for now." I am even looking at jobs back in Australia because I am tired of life with my longest love. City of London - I don't love you like I used to. But then - maybe it is the people I know and don't want to know any more that are making me feel less inclined to venture out doors and walk your streets in my big black boots.



God - fuck it - I feel like I am living someone else's life if I can't talk about my own here.

It is so weakening getting finger fucked by a guy who "doesn't want a girlfriend" and the only dicking I got is when they dicked me round. XXCENSOREDXX. What a waste of fucking time. It was in essence, my first lesbian relationship. LOLZ.

In other news: another friend told me once that they never wanted to work with someone on particular types of projects and that she wanted it to be 'our thing' - I guess she was having a hating on her particular day. Because now time has passed and indeed the two of them are working on something. I'm genuinely happy for my friend. It has put my nose out of joint tho.
So maybe it is my turn to be the possessive lesbian and I should go round finger fucking women like I was the aforementioned man? HA.
Actually I think it might have more to do with my absolute horror about getting forgotten about which stems from childhood favouritism, my parents not coming to a school party, my father missing my swimming tests, bullied at school etc etc. [a moment to cry folks and could have possibly deleted the whole paragraph] And something I definitely will not talk about here. Unless I'm totally drunk and wearing heels.



And speaking of being a lesbian - Max was apparently having a conversation with XXCENSOREDXX about how much I love cock. It is always a bit uncertain with Max when he has a glass of Rosé in his hand as to whether it is Tourette's at that moment, or he had it while talking to XXCENSOREDXX, or was serious then or laughing now. Either way I found it funny. He teases me constantly about XXCENSOREDXX and how I should get with him. Personally Pippa and I think it is because Max's wants to vicariously have sex with XXCENSOREDXX himself. The thing about loving cock - Mum if you are reading this - that is what MAX said not me.

And for the first time ever, I will reveal a XXCENSOREDXX by way of a photographic clue:



He is one of the men in this picture. And I am certain that he must find me so attractive sitting here in hot pink polka dot flannel pyjama bottoms, a Silas red t-shirt, and orange Ralph Lauren sweatshirt I cut into a cardigan, powder blue Falke socks and red Chanel flip flips eating banana muffins I cooked for dinner cause I had nothing else in the house whining about my life. So seriously Max's match making would be worse for him than me.

Yeah I should go to bed. But before I do:



This is the part of myself I absolutely hate hate hate the most. Compared to everything - all parts of me inside and out. This is it. We can all see that I would make an excellent Christmas ham and where the surgeons knife should go or straw or whatever he would do to get rid of the grossness on the inner AND outer thighs.

Hello friend. We are back together again like we should be and I have no secrets from you.

xx Lektrogirl

AKLGPOVM JADOPJF OPFPGOPEJG

I know lame lame lame

Too much to tell you all about but meltdowns all over the place. Even celebrities were not having a good day - Chris Moyles [?] in the Palmerston left his wallet at the table and had to come back for it. Everyone except for Russel Brand who walked passed Café Mozart today with rather relaxed hair. Maybe he was having a bad hair day? I didn't think of that. How was your day? The Cardinal heard she may have to wear Coffee or Strawberry bridesmaid dresses [visions of Neapolitan ice cream anyone? Enough to make anyone turn Muriel's wedding if you ask me.] XXCENSOREDXX's true colours turned out to be less Over the Rainbow and more yellow this weekend - such a loser. I woke up this morning feeling super sad for about half an hour but then realised that all that heavy heart was gone gone gone like I'd Cillit Banged myself.

Anyway got to go to bed now. Busy week. New boots. Martin Margeila. J'ai mes regles etc.