IM NOT POSTING HERE ANY MORE

HOW CONFUSING AM I?!

So sorry.

I spent a couple of hours moving the site over to Wordpress and it is the same old URL that we all know and love.

http://blog.lektrogirl.com

Come and see me there. All the old stuff is there are well. This poor old blogspot wont be updated any more.!

xx Lektrogirl

MENS FASHION FROM 1:48

If I made a music video, I think it would be a bit like this.

xx Lektrogirl

IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME

Irving Miller/Bernard Simpson Illustration, originally uploaded by sandiv999.

Hobart and I are in our PJ's minding our own business. We have made friends after the "Free leather jackets for all cats on a Wednesday" Facebook incident when she really got irked.

Tomorrow I am going to a Cake Decorating, Chocolate work and Sugar Craft fair with the Cardinal. Not really something that either of us want to advertise as it is hardly "low hand clicks" [TM Pippa Brooks when describing Card's look] or Executive Realness etc. I get the vague feelig Cards isn't as excited about it as she once was. But I am keen to find out if there is a supplier for gold chocolate transfers in the UK that will do personalised designs for when I open my own business. LOL.

Last night I had a dream about the Mushroom having sex with this girl that in real life we both thought was totally crazy but at one point he was talking about "something something" because she kept inviting him everywhere. In my dream, he had been to Iceland and she had fobbed off her 70 year old boyfriend to have sex with Mushroom. It was deep deep snow outside. Then Mushroom was telling me all about it. And I was hurt, but kept laughing my ass off that he was with yet another crazy bitch.

When will these dreams cease? They have no baring on reality at all.

Here is some advance warning to you all blog readers. There will be some changes happening around here over the coming days/weeks. I will be moving to Wordpress after all this bullshit blogger FTP crap thing combined with the successful publishing of other blog like my food blog. Look over on the left column and click on the Cinzano glass. So maybe I am going fuck something up majorly, but only by accident. I might go offline for a bit. But I will be back.

Thank you to all the people who read this blog and have told me how much they enjoy it. I am quite surprised that anybody reads it and whenever I learn that someone does, I genuinely get a bit squirmy about all the secrets that person must know. But then within minutes I learn every secret of their lives - I have instant best friends all over the place.

xx Lektrogirl

PROBLEMS

Reeve 50551-25, originally uploaded by otisarchives1.

Anxious over this change for blogger thing for FTP blogs.

xx Lektrogirl

NOT DYING NOT SO BAD

Well I failed at suicide the last two days - mainly because I was too exhausted throwing my teary self into bed, crying more, wanting to die, thinking about Hobart on her own, crying more and hating the prospect of having to live because I am so in love with my cat but feeling nothing but emptiness inside.

On the other hand it turns out to be not such a bad thing as some drinks at The Haggerston with Tsouni who says 'HOW ARRRE YOUUUUEWWW?!' like a regular American its pretty cute and P-Dogg & J-Dogg. Tsouni; Eli & I had some really amazing graphic conversations about strip search, cervix exams, worm, armpits, anuses, dreadlocks etc. So captivating! I wish I could blog the images in my mind while we had that conversation. I was in heaven. Does heaven have a capital H?

I came home and the cat who is a recently confirmed pescatarian - who ate a saucer of rocket last night if you please - left the most pungent malodourous turd in her litter tray ever. She's staying on the straight craquette diet and thats it.

Xx lektrogirl

SCALES

And it hangs in the balance

CHATROULETTE

The internet phenomenon and TOTALLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK.



xx Lektrogirl

DINING ALONE

One of my favourite things has become dining alone. When I was younger I felt a bit of a knob, but now I think to sit in silence and imagine new things to cook - especially as there are lady gang dinners to plan for every six monthe or so when it comes up to my turn again. I visited Pippa at the Jumble sale today and delivered two types of macaron - lavander and rosemary. Tonight I'm wondering if kalamatta olives and chocolate would be a good flavour - Philippa tells me she had olives and hazelnut once. I wonder about beetroot and almond. Not essence, real almond.

Xx Lektrogirl

MIRABELL

It will be a long week until Wednesday where nothing happens after I cross my fingers under the desk until they get pins and needles.

Speaking of pins, I saw Pin Eyes through the window tonight. I think it is almost pity I feel that he can't even bring himself to look at me. He's not mad anymore. Just embarrassed I think. And for all the talk about how cool he is, he panicked. Not a strong look.

I sometimes think of the Frog. He could have had anything, but his problem was he couldn't see further than keeping hold of everything. That really makes me mad.

I sometimes think of the Mushroom. The pit of my stomach - like a trapdoor - like a cellar full of coal dust - like a really horrible sink in a shed that only has freezing water or boiling water that smells of copper - the bitterest most glacial hatred.

PASCAL'S VIDEO HITS

So who can forget such classics as "I'VE WAITED TIL IM CRAZY" or "BOULE DE FLIPPER" or "NIGHT OF FIRE"? I'm tell you, NOT ME. All of these videos and many more have appeared on this blog courtesy of Pascal / Puyo Puyo in Nantes. What a wonderful day.

xx Lektrogirl

A DAY OFF

MOTORHEAD, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

I spent the day with Hobart on the sofa reading a new book called "The Fundamental Techniques of Classic Pastry Arts". It has a section devoted to all the different ways of cutting an apple for patisserie items and all the names in French. If you want to know what a "biscuit" is I can tell you - and it isn't a cookie. The book totally blew my mind and I was so excited, then exhausted from reading it, that I had to have a nap.

My kitchen is so tiny and shit that it is a bit depressing to think about how hard it is in there, but then I was reading 180 pages of "A sweet life in Paris" last night by David Lebovitz who tells of having icecream makers in his bedroom when he moved to Paris that I feel like there is some hope.

I think I need a cup of tea.

xx Lektrogirl

BLOOD

early works, originally uploaded by favoriet.

LIFE

06 The Game of Marseille, tarot card game, 1940-41, originally uploaded by A Journey Round My Skull.

THE WALK

I wanted to tell you how much I love to walk down the street at night. Just not any street or any night. It's the street I walk down after the celebrated luxury of taking a black cab home from central London, stopping and the white building and coming down the little hill to my street.

I hear my feet on the pavement. Sometimes my feet hurt. Sometimes they don't. I feel the night air on my face. I walk proudly past the pub in case Pin Eyes is there. I don't look in. I see the trees from the graveyard. I see the spire from the church. I turn the corner to my cobbled street, put my key in the door and ask my favourite girlfriend if she had a good day. I close the door behind me to my favourite part of the day.

Good night everybody.

Xx Lektrogirl