The Pictures are Cheesy

Dear God.....only half a day to waste before flying to sunny Rio. I've been up since 6am - even though my flight only leaves at 9pm tonight. I've spent the morning looking up trivia on Sugar Loaf Mountain and Portugeuse culture...but now I'm bored and beginning to fidget. So, a word about the pictures of me on this site. They were taken by a friend of mine for an artschool project - where we stayed up until about five in the morning drinking redbull and vodka and smoking too much....as a result the photos are less than perfect and seem pretty contrived in all honesty....but they were the only ones I had online....so will have to do for now. In most of these photographs I seem pretty pale and sickly looking....a situation worsened by living in London for nearly 2yrs now and seeing very little sunshine...although strangely enough we've had two days of sunshine and as I'm typing this post a very tenacious and irritating beam of sunlight is threatening to blind me...so I might go smoke on the roof, close my eyes and pretend I'm in Rio already (although the fuckin' pigeons, stream of traffic and the rantings of my deranged neighbour might make that something of a feat of the imagination). Sigh. The passing of time is so relative. Any of you reading this might be having the same thought....because I'm taking so long to come to any point....so I should warn you....there isn't one. My friends reading this will forgive my endless chatter (being hardened after years of knowing me). For the stranger reading this, I apologise, I plan to write lots of sexy swinging things when the mood takes me...and the mood is only gonna kick in after my yearly quota of alcohol and sunshine : )

To my friends: Will send u postcards
To the stranger: Well you'll just have to keep checking out this blogg to see if I learn to upload from my digital camera (and I'm trying to confront my technophobia when it comes to cameras).