Marina created her MySpace on the 13th of June 2006. When signed to 679 Artists (formerly 679 Recordings) in October of 2008[1], Marina used her website's blog that synced to her MySpace.
Powdered herpes & squatting. Current mood: worried Category: News and Politics
This is a question that I've had in my head for about 5 weeks, seriously. I really need an answer.
So, last month, I had to trot in and use a public loo at Turnpike Lane tube out of desperation, as I'd forgotten to go at home. Not an almighty Loo-snob or anything, but I am a bit germ obsessed and am extra fearful in places like toilets about picking up rare skin diseases. So. on this occasion, I went into the loo and did my usual 'hovvering' thing, careful not to touch the sides of the toilet seat for fear of letting urine, or worse, an old-lady pube, touch my thigh. Then I suddenly began to questions the logic behind my actions.... Hmm. Why the hell don't I sit on the loo? Surely, everyone knows that when using public loos it is common practice to squat/ hover so that you don't get bum germs from the last person. Therefore, noone must sit on toilet seats and therefore they're must be germless/ clean to sit on right? Therefore I should sit on them...??
What do you people think? I suppose we have to consider factors like:
a) grubby men wanting a shit and not caring about hygiene
b) tramps/ hobos, and to be fair, they are quite drunk most of the time , so, again.. not caring about hygiene
c) people with chronic diarrhoea, who simply have to sit down
d) babies/ toddlers ?
Another fear that I have is that when I use the toilet paper, I'm scared it might be laced with Anthrax, or worse, some kind of powder form of genital herpes, planted there to satisfy the humour of the sick and perverted.
Blog on girls, fat & how i’m a 'mysogynist' Current mood: happy Category: Blogging
oh hi myspacers!
I co-wrote a track last week called 'Girls' with pascal gabriel & liam howe. i hope you all liked/ loved/ made sexy-time to it!!! the lyrics came out rather quickly in the writing process, but the idea and sentiment behind the song have been brewing for a v long time.
So i thought i'd share the fact that i'm really sick, tired, depressed, uninspired by women. and i have been for a good old time. There seems to be a massive shortage of strong, inspiring females in mainstream society today who have something good to say. What's happened to you all? Every interview/ photo i see just says nothing to me. vacant. airbrushed. empty. people. getting. paid. to talk. about fuck all. It's great that eva longoria looks hot in a bikini, but if the sun dies and the world plummets into darkness and ice, will anyone fucking care?
So the main theme for song was about women and diets really and generally how we seem to have morphed into mute scary dolls. Falling hook, line and sinker for every lie that we are fed by magazines/ etc. Ofcourse this is all old news to everybody. But you have to think ''why is this still going on?''. Why isn't anyone smart enough to say 'Fuck off'? what would you feel if this were your daughter? sister? girlfriend? aspiring to be some footballers wife..
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confidence is the most attractive quality ever and i just wonder what women would be capable of if we stopped obsessing about looks.
What's even worse is men actually getting sucked into to it too. Seriously guys- you talking about diets = me FALLING ASLEEP. I'd much rather deal with a beer gut than a low self esteem every night.
So my flatmate and i have been having converstions about mental illnesses again and this time we discuss the symptoms of manic depression. Apparently a recurring symptom is 'grandiose thinking', which, for those of you not in the know, basically means you genuinely think of your self as being god or jesus, leading yourself to believe you somehow have 'special' powers/ control over peoples lives etc.
Im just saying......... Was Jebus or was jebus not bipolar?
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So I did this gig a few thursdays ago. And it went a little something like this:
gimp masks, fake boobies, blow up sex doll hanging luxuriously in the air behind my freaked out drummer, nappies filled with fake poo/blood(hotdog onions?) swinging from the speakers and loads of hot kids. i loved it. expect for the nappies. Also loved the girl porn plastered over every wall. I felt like i was in some kind of nymphomaniac girls bedroom. weird. what else happened? oh yeah. we played our latest set ever and i couldnt drink at all before set (marina & the diamonds turns into death metal when i do) so i played stone cold sober and was therefore able to witness the grossness held before my innocent little peepers (-ha HA).
If you haven't been to a Girlcore night before, go. The people are genuinely friendly and not too shoreditch. Atleast the people IN girlcore weren't. e.g. Karley Sciortino. You should go read her blog. At www.slutever.blogspot.com She aint fake cool, she's one in a f* cking million cool. Her blog should translate to book version and i hope it will someday. Just for me.
Also, hi to the ecstasy ridden guy who tried to tip my keyboard on the last song. I threw a girl punch, and as girl punches go, totally missed and clipped his jaw. May music never grace your grotty ears again. loser. and say hi to your drug dealer for me. he made you look so hot that night.
