Liz/ woollyrockers arrives today from London for a spinning 'round town, a visit to the blythe exhibition at Galeries Lafayette, some Nouvelle Vague sight-seeing and fabric shopping. Sounds like we're going to indulge in some weel deserved dolly fun. Oh, and she's promised to help me reorganise my Blythe shelf... The girls will be thrilled since they've been sitting there forever, waiting for some change of clothes and photoshoots.

I'm eagerly waiting for some pics of tibiloo's new baby. I'm sure she'll become a LJ star in her own right. The first glimpses of her I got were heart melting... But I don't want to spoil her secret so I won't say more.

I'm in the process of self-kicking my butt in order to get some more interesting work. I'm tired of some of the things I have to do to earn a living. I'm esp. tired of some disgusting inner politics going on. I realized that my work load in a paper I write for I've started to decline once I said I won't write a blog there for free. Sorry, I don't write for free, unless it's for my own pleasure. It stinks, I'm pretty sick and sad about that situation, but I won't reconsider and give up because of some insidious pressure.

Work on my upcoming book is coming along nicely. The photographer I'm working with is great and we share a sense of humor as well as similar tastes in art & music. And he's loaned me a Patrick Dennis book I adored as well as the Auntie Mame movie I'd wanted to see forever.

Thierry WANTS a chihuahua like crazy ever since I made the mistake of taking him to a petstore where a bunch of pups were playing and doing everything they could to charm his Visa off. Sadly, I've decided I won't have a doggie, because I don't want to satisfy all my desires for fear of not wanting anything more. And it's too much of commitment for me. I hate commitments. I've also given up the idea of going to Japan for that same reason... Fear of not desiring anything. It sounds silly, I know. And Thierry's starting to freak out, thinking I don't want to build and plan anything. Which is true.

So really, it's still a big of a mess up there. Ups and downs. Same old... Sorry to bore you to tears with all that shit.

Blythou out.