So in the name of qualitative and quantitative science.

I'm taking part in an online experiment and so to can you.


http://www.scienceofhappiness.co.uk/

Starting 3/08/2009-7/08/2009, I have to think of positive things for a few moments a day and focus on the "happy" things in my life.

Things that I'm grateful for...

Being able to read, write and think for myself.

I'm also grateful to have good friends.

I'm grateful for having a loving mother.

I'm grateful for for self expression.

I'm grateful for food, shelter, social life and sex (all of which are essential to life).

I'm grateful for my relatively good health.


If I could have one more thing to be grateful for it would be full time, fairly paid, reasonably interesting employment this so far eludes me.

I'm tempted to become self employed... doing what I'm not sure.

Well a very productive creative evening has been had!

I'm holed up in my hovel listening to music, painting,scrawling and experimenting, it has been downpouring, I was going to go out for a meander but thought otherwise.

I'm going to hopefully take some decent photographs of some of the artwork I have done (though watch this space).

I think I will display ten pieces to start with.

1. Comment on this post with "interview me"
2. I will ask you 5 questions about yourself/your life
3. You will post these questions and answers in your own journal
4. Repost this along with your questions so other people can have a go



Questions Sari asked me...

1. What's your favourite club in London? And more specifically, what's been your favourite night?
My favourite night out of mayhem in London depends on my mood! Torture Garden is fantastic for a night of sexiness and naughtiness so I guess TG wins.

2. What is your ideal occupation - something you could do for the next 40 years or so?
My ideal occupation would be that of a "Creative Thinker".

I love problem solving and ideas in general!

I would write badly and publish my own original work online and that of other talentless people such as Sari (that is a joke before you try and gorge me with a pony). ; )

3. What's your favourite playtime accessory?
I like e-stims; inserted into my pussy and anus, I then like to be handcuffed and gagged and left to buzz electrically for a while oh and then fucked really hard by sexy drag queen types with massive appendages (a gal can dream). Zzzzap.

4. What's your favourite outfit?

My favourite outfit of all time has to be really vertiginous black shiny heels, a fur coat, black bra, slutty fishnets, big backcombed hair, red lipstick, Chanel Rouge Noir nail varnish, La Perla perfume, heavily lined eyes loaded with black mascara and a freshly shaved pussy. It makes me feel fucking fantastic, sexy and faboosh.

5. What's the first thing you'd do if you won the lottery?
I'm not sure how to answer this one!!! I mean my initial reaction would be shock, joy, horror and then gratitude... so the first thing I have would to do is have a total nervous breakdown, become an alcoholic, heroin addict and a kleptomaniac, I would then check myself into an exclusive rehabilitation centre, such as the Priory for lots of group therapy and bullshit.

Upon checking out one would then go onto become the next Jesus-Mother-Fucking Christ-Superstar and proceed to fall out with "my heavenly father who art in heaven, hallowed be" and what not, then defect to the darkside and make homosexual love to my new daddy Lucifer and live in Barry White Bumfuck land forever after. Amen.. Howzat?

Guess what I found in your fridge today?

An empty orange juice carton
A half eaten kit kat
Wilted lettuce leaves
Enough to make you heave
Withered carrots
Cream soured
Rancid milk
Mouldy cheese
If you please

I tried to write you a letter today
I just wanted
To say I love you
It's hard for me
Please try to understand
I'm not that underhand
Why do you feel so cold to me?

Please don't chide at me so
I won't abide by thee
Please don't chide at me so
I won't abide by thee

You wish to guide me so
I wish to glide solo

In the mires of desire
I dream of every other lover except you
You bore me so

Not so sure
You are so pure
Thieveing whore

Paler than the whitest light
Words full of spite
Feel my might

Hands around throat
Bleating like a goat
You gloat

Inconclusive uncomprehensible delusion
Warping words uttered to you
Shuttering away the reality

"Maw" sent me "ah" message
Woke up to the news
The King of Pop died
Too much Jesus Juice
Life blood sucked
Totally fucked
Fucked and sucked

Talent bled dry
Though he did try

Farrah Fawcett
Not a drop dripped
Nor a drip dropped
Pain in her anus
Tumours tore through her
Tumours bore through her

Talent bled dry
Though she did try

A friend of mine
Well you see he did try
Really really he did try
He tried never to cry

I have dug out some pieces of mixed media work I have done, the themes are graphic rather than deep and meaningful though you can project what you like unto them.

I'm compiling my work before I create anymore, I have to create chaotically before I can put things in any kind of order and then mix them up and trash them some more before I get totally fucking bored. For example my bedroom is either very clean and tidy or a total tip with paper, make-up and clothing strewn all over the place, though I hasten to add I cannot abide dirt and wash my sheets and towels at least twice a week on boil wash and hoover at least once a week and do some damp dusting.

My dream is to live in a large or deceptively large space in a prime London location either by myself or with a friend/partner who gives me space but wants to buddy up and do stuff sometimes. I dream of a open plan dining and kitchen area in primary colours and with crayon drawings on the wall by my inner child, I wish to have a suite of my own with a fabulous space age bathroom in monochrome and glass with sweeping curves and a shower head and jets that ascend from the heavens, computer programmed to various washing cycles, such as turbo clean for when I'm in a rush, a bit like a car wash if you like, a Japanese self cleaning toilet with water jets that clean the anushole squeaky clean, so clean you can eat fresh sashimi from upon it. I then would like to sweep through to my bedroom, which will be filled with various implements of sexual torture and pleasure, one and the same thang you know darling adorning the walls, no self respecting sex addict would be without a mirrored ceiling of course. A large bed will take centre stage, firm mattress, Egyptian cotton sheets darling then a walk a dressing room full of fabulous outfits and ambient lighting. Only the neurotic and delusional need apply.

The very edited version of what I wrote.

Tell me what kind of environment you would like to live in?

So I'm using LJ for my creative endeavours, I'm going to keep my personal life off here, salacious details will be kept to a minimum, though I'm sure being human I will let slip at some point. I have nothing to hide but then I have little desire to air my private life or the details of it publicly especially in print. So I think what I'm saying is don't expect anything like me telling you what I had for breakfast or the nature of my personal relationships etc etc etc...

That said you can expect frank dicussion and creatively written articles part fact/part fiction and the occasional bit of poetry maybe... perhaps some photography I'm really not sure, as it's what ever I feel like creating and posting.

Oh love I'm in love with you.
Oh love you feel so good.
Oh love I just have to have you.
Oh love my paramours come and go.
Oh love my passions rise and fall.
Oh love my love for you is always true.
Oh love I think I may just be in love with you!