Post by EvilRocker on Jan 18, 2004 1:05:13 GMT -5
STUDIO DIARY #16 (August 4 - 10, 2000)
Friday 3rd of August
Well to coin a well worn phrase.........Thank Fuck it's Friday.
I am (yes......AGAIN!!!!!!!) premenstrual so I am feeling super SHITTY and depressed and fed-up. I want to get on an aeroplane and fly away and never come back again.
Fly somewhere sunny but where the sun can't burn skin. Swim in a sea that never gets cold. Look up at the sky and there isn't a cloud. Walk in the rain but never get wet. Go somewhere you can smoke till your heart's content but never get cancer. Eat like a pig but never get fat. Have loads of friends but never fall out. Be in love but still screw around. Dance and never get out of time. Stay up all night but never feel tired. Do you think such a place exists?
Saturday 4th of August
Oh my god.......it's pouring rain outside and what with all the construction going on in Baldwin Street there is mud up to my armpits from the brief walk I made from car to studio. My brand new Nike trainers are COMPLETELY fucked up.
And I am pouring with blood.....like a stuck pig.......... and I feel like punching George W Bush on the nose. He's a DORK of the highest order. I met a vile man at my pilates class today who was talking of how it was time Clinton got shoved out of the White House and America got back to family values and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH........ I had to block my ears so that I couldn't hear any more of the complete and utter drivel that was coming out of his mouth in case uncontrollable rage soared up from my tummy and I had to punch HIM in the nose.
Since this encounter I have been entertaining violent fantasies where I grab him and push him onto the floor, all the while screaming at him "You right-wing bigot. What are you talking about? Who do you think you are kidding? You wish it was YOU who'd pulled a cigar out of Monica's fanny and licked it clean. That's the only reason you want Clinton out of the White House. Because you are envious and frustrated and miserable and mean. And because you are an intolerant SOB who thinks only of himself and how much money you have in your wallet.
Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou you silly old fool. Here's a punch in the nose." These are the kind of fantasies I have. Sad isn't it.
Sunday 5th of August
Day off
Monday 6th of August
Ok.......so I'm feeling a wee bit better today. Not QUITE so grumpy and full of piss and vinegar.
But let me ask you this: Why is it that when I happened upon the trillionth showing of "Top Gun" on TNT the other night, I couldn't help but notice that Meg Ryan looked much older in the movie than she does now?!?!?!??! Isn't it the case that Top Gun was made at least fourteen years ago? I mean....how come no one ever talks about how perverse that is?!?!?!? That everyone is mutilating themselves in a vain attempt to look like a teenager. What the hell is wrong with everybody?
Age comes down. That's fucking REALITY. Look into it.
Tuesday 7th
Hum te tum te tum te tum.
So it's a gloriously sunny day and I am as happy and contented as a pig in muck. Humming to myself as I pitter patter over the keys of my trusty companion the computer.
We're working on a total guitar symphony this afternoon......Duke's using my pink Fender strat I had made at the end of our last US tour and she sounds really good. I feel just like a proud mum.
Play it again Duke. Play it again.
Wednesday 8th
Oh I am a busy little bee today. Training, Chiropractor, Guitar Lesson, Head Shrinkage and then of course, STUDIO.
I'm totally bummed-out this afternoon because I was invited to sing with Moby but due to some little legal wrangles of mine, I am unable to. I am CRUSHED.
Why is it that you just can't have anything nice?!?!?!?!?!?!!
On an up note (?!!!) my therapy session was AWESOME although my head circumference is still massive. No change there. (Have you ever noticed that everyone in Garbage has a large head? This is a TRUTH.)
Thursday 9th
Who cares who wins on Survivor? They are all completely despicable if you ask me. Colleen was about the only one I could suffer and that's only because she has a lovely face to look at. That's not really much of a reason to want her to win the grand prize now is it?
Anyway it's a moot point seeing as she got voted off last night by the rest of those cretins we've grown to loathe. So that's that. I just hope a big demented fish grows legs, walks out of the sea and eats them all for breakfast sometime real soon.
Anyway.......want to hear of my greatest achievement of the day? I finally learnt how to measure my boobs accurately!!!! Ha ha ha......I read it in a magazine whilst awaiting some severe dental torture this morning at the hands of my beloved Dr. Warren.
God.....if it's not one thing it's the other. Know what I mean? I am such a hypochondriac! Chiropractor, dentist, trainer, doctor, shrink!!!!
Next time you see me....you won't even recognize me. I'll look just like Meg Ryan did in Top Gun.
Ha ha ha........
xxx
PS. 34A
PPS. Gillette disposable shavers are better than Neutrogena ones if you ask me. Just thought you might like to know that.
Friday 3rd of August
Well to coin a well worn phrase.........Thank Fuck it's Friday.
I am (yes......AGAIN!!!!!!!) premenstrual so I am feeling super SHITTY and depressed and fed-up. I want to get on an aeroplane and fly away and never come back again.
Fly somewhere sunny but where the sun can't burn skin. Swim in a sea that never gets cold. Look up at the sky and there isn't a cloud. Walk in the rain but never get wet. Go somewhere you can smoke till your heart's content but never get cancer. Eat like a pig but never get fat. Have loads of friends but never fall out. Be in love but still screw around. Dance and never get out of time. Stay up all night but never feel tired. Do you think such a place exists?
Saturday 4th of August
Oh my god.......it's pouring rain outside and what with all the construction going on in Baldwin Street there is mud up to my armpits from the brief walk I made from car to studio. My brand new Nike trainers are COMPLETELY fucked up.
And I am pouring with blood.....like a stuck pig.......... and I feel like punching George W Bush on the nose. He's a DORK of the highest order. I met a vile man at my pilates class today who was talking of how it was time Clinton got shoved out of the White House and America got back to family values and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH........ I had to block my ears so that I couldn't hear any more of the complete and utter drivel that was coming out of his mouth in case uncontrollable rage soared up from my tummy and I had to punch HIM in the nose.
Since this encounter I have been entertaining violent fantasies where I grab him and push him onto the floor, all the while screaming at him "You right-wing bigot. What are you talking about? Who do you think you are kidding? You wish it was YOU who'd pulled a cigar out of Monica's fanny and licked it clean. That's the only reason you want Clinton out of the White House. Because you are envious and frustrated and miserable and mean. And because you are an intolerant SOB who thinks only of himself and how much money you have in your wallet.
Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou you silly old fool. Here's a punch in the nose." These are the kind of fantasies I have. Sad isn't it.
Sunday 5th of August
Day off
Monday 6th of August
Ok.......so I'm feeling a wee bit better today. Not QUITE so grumpy and full of piss and vinegar.
But let me ask you this: Why is it that when I happened upon the trillionth showing of "Top Gun" on TNT the other night, I couldn't help but notice that Meg Ryan looked much older in the movie than she does now?!?!?!??! Isn't it the case that Top Gun was made at least fourteen years ago? I mean....how come no one ever talks about how perverse that is?!?!?!? That everyone is mutilating themselves in a vain attempt to look like a teenager. What the hell is wrong with everybody?
Age comes down. That's fucking REALITY. Look into it.
Tuesday 7th
Hum te tum te tum te tum.
So it's a gloriously sunny day and I am as happy and contented as a pig in muck. Humming to myself as I pitter patter over the keys of my trusty companion the computer.
We're working on a total guitar symphony this afternoon......Duke's using my pink Fender strat I had made at the end of our last US tour and she sounds really good. I feel just like a proud mum.
Play it again Duke. Play it again.
Wednesday 8th
Oh I am a busy little bee today. Training, Chiropractor, Guitar Lesson, Head Shrinkage and then of course, STUDIO.
I'm totally bummed-out this afternoon because I was invited to sing with Moby but due to some little legal wrangles of mine, I am unable to. I am CRUSHED.
Why is it that you just can't have anything nice?!?!?!?!?!?!!
On an up note (?!!!) my therapy session was AWESOME although my head circumference is still massive. No change there. (Have you ever noticed that everyone in Garbage has a large head? This is a TRUTH.)
Thursday 9th
Who cares who wins on Survivor? They are all completely despicable if you ask me. Colleen was about the only one I could suffer and that's only because she has a lovely face to look at. That's not really much of a reason to want her to win the grand prize now is it?
Anyway it's a moot point seeing as she got voted off last night by the rest of those cretins we've grown to loathe. So that's that. I just hope a big demented fish grows legs, walks out of the sea and eats them all for breakfast sometime real soon.
Anyway.......want to hear of my greatest achievement of the day? I finally learnt how to measure my boobs accurately!!!! Ha ha ha......I read it in a magazine whilst awaiting some severe dental torture this morning at the hands of my beloved Dr. Warren.
God.....if it's not one thing it's the other. Know what I mean? I am such a hypochondriac! Chiropractor, dentist, trainer, doctor, shrink!!!!
Next time you see me....you won't even recognize me. I'll look just like Meg Ryan did in Top Gun.
Ha ha ha........
xxx
PS. 34A
PPS. Gillette disposable shavers are better than Neutrogena ones if you ask me. Just thought you might like to know that.