my solitary brain cell.

I realized one thing, which proves my brain is VERY SIMPLE.

Last night, I watched "knocked up" and stared at Filip's pictures before I went to bed. And then I had this dream about being knocked up by Filip.
(Pity I don't remember what i'd done before that dream about Stevie LFO living under the sea in a manor that had one room for both kitchen and bathroom)

What a Waster

I should be working on my seminary work.

I am whoring 'round on Facebook, Youtube and DeviantArt instead. Talking to some other los.. old friends on icq. It seems like all the cool kids went to have an enjoyable holidays while the ones who stay here are the finest selection of rejects, sexual deviants (and possible pedophiles, although in my humble case it's called ephebophilia - love for boys who aren't kids anymore, but aren't proper men either), virgins over twenty and lost talents.


I just cant get to do anything until I get rid of this sexual deprivation. The fact I ruin Karin's romantic adventures comes with another one, the fact she ruins my private life in return .D no, I can live with that since it's probably just the matter of my possible secret hag w/ Adam, which would be bloody dangerous anyway.

PFs 'n' stuff

Duh, I don't get why do so many people have to piss me off when it's christmas. Seems almost unholy to me.

However, I've made these not-very-good-but-whatever PFs for all you reading this RUBBISH (oooh, I love this word coming from Nick Hodgson's lips!)
I am posting just the one with my dearest Sufjan, who is my bed warmer these days. ->

When I find myself in times of trouble...

As my psychologist says: You cannot love others until you learn to love yourself.

Duh. I am stuck in an attitude that makes me disrespect everyone, including myself. And what is worse, it's started two moths ago and it keeps on developing.
All right, there is something called "positive development", too, but honestly.. .I don't see it coming.

Christmas, though, are okay. It turns out that after all, family is the only group of people you can (more or less) count on and because they know you so well, there's no need to disguise your real selves, which I probably do all the time when in public.

I miss Karin.

I've made this photomanip for Fillip, who's being rather sweet and supportive tonight. (And we do not have anything going on between us. Alcohol is tricky)


Posting the original, too. We love the movie.

TITS!

According to dr. Karen Weatherby, ten minutes of staring at large breasts a day are equal to half an hour of cardio training. I mean, for men, apparently.

Adam stole my title!

I really really wanted to use the "Sorry mum..." badge line, but Adam already stole it .D

Last night really rocked.

Look into my eyes and you'll see, I'm the one for you and you for me (they did not play my fave! argh) - I remember only few things from the gig though.
Like...
...dancing to jamiroquai - Karin looked pretty embarassed, but I was happyyyyyy... and drunk. And moneyless. So I got drunk drinking anything karin bought.
...lying on an armchair we found in a park. I was making up a really sexy story about Karin and Šmity, although she seemed to be more annoyed than pleased by the whole thing .D
...we got these badges, I left the "sorry mum" to Karin, I got me the "I was a virgin" one, cause we thought that's what fits me more.

In case anyone would wonder

I am still alive.

But it was still pretty painful. I've entered the office:

"I have these pains on my chest."

"You're the one with the psychotherapies?" (fyi that was five yrs ago)

"Yep. Will you at least check on my heart or something?"

*checks* "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope"

"So, that's the only thing I can suggest. A nice boyfriend."

"Duh"

*walks home and feels miserable, although the pains are gone*


Anyone willing to stand for my meds is welcome, though guys looking like a mixture of Destroyer, Jiri from RSM and Craig Parker are welcome the most.

Which reminds me, been watchin Saving Silverman today and Jason Biggs dressed as Neil Diamond (on the left) is a TOTAL Jiri Zima:

I'm on the highway to hell

I found myself in some mysterious pains on my chest, so this could be my last post, probably.

but before i die, let me post this pretty picture of this friday's maturita ball (pretty much worth full-viewing):


I like it for two simple reasons - there they are, after four years, my elementary school best buddies are still around me - PLUS we all look good in the picture. Usually it's only Soc who's looking nice. Thanks god.

And today i got the synth borrowed. Pity i won't have much more time to play it since i am probably in my way to six feet under. Thanks Destroyer! I hope you'll play some cool tunes on my funeral.

This Modern Love

Found out this Bloc Party song is about Honza with its every single word.

Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I will be yours

I'll pay for you anytime

And you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right on
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
Jump right on

What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Throw your arms around me

Doesn't sound very optimistic, does it.
But last night was.
I had fun. And coffee. And we slept in his car, and we had a breakfast at a gas station, and we went from place to place, and we barely talked, and we looked at each other whereon we looked away again, and we argued about Keane and Mika, and agreed on the Strokes and White Stripes, and he thought Meg White is Jack's wife, and I've said lot of childish and stupid things just to make him laugh and not to look so smart, which could scare him away.
And now I am pretty infatuated yet deeply blue cause I just wait for his final rejection. This all is so Robin Muller-ish.

I don't think I am joining the party tonight. I want to get lost under my blanket and play with matches.

Art update.

Made these WPs for the Fake Tapes. First one is just kinda using the web site scheme, while the other one is taking the first and warping it into some kind of emo rubbish. Feel free to download.

Just like superhero

I kinda *hate* the guy taking pics at Bordo. Or maybe it's just me and I should back off to the back lines. Or wear black (over my face, too). Cause the pics of other ppl he takes aren't bad.

Just like this (sex on two legs) (is it only me or that weird moves bassist do with their right hand fingers turn on some other people, too?) (Just... let your imagination take the instrument away, let the motion, and... aaaw)


obviously very very lost in all kinds of evil ideas about Road Side Mary (which results in this evil picture):


And I was singing Every me, every you w/ Fake Tapes. That was even more evil, I cried all the way to the last strum.

How awsome it used to be when we spent half of the time on talking about sex.

I know, haven't been round here for an awful time. For what I have *like totally seeerious* reasons.
* my phone is no longer able to transfer data to my pc, so I may have heaps of pic of various people you know doing scandallous things, but.. just... no help here.
* i am seriously working on my school stuff. And when I say seriously, I mean less than my classmates, yet still much more than is my average from last... 12 years.
* i am also pretty scared shitless of all the university exams (from which the talent ones seem most terrifying).
* my life kinda sucks.

But yeeeeeeah, there are SOME minor changes 'ere, just like:
* we've formed a band. And even had a rehearsal. All three of us. Girls. Electo rubbish, really.
* i've got Prkno's bass at home with me now. It is... not very good... but on the other hand, when I am getting a proper one (think christmas), it's gonna be piece of cake then.
* i am still single, but hella picky, so I don't even motivate you into anything anymore.

I can't stop this feeling I've got

I was thinking about people's minds. I was thinking about how wrong it i to say that someone' "slower" or "weird", because they just think different and they probably have similarly negative feelings about how do YOU behave, talk and think, right. Oh this sounds so moral-lecture-ish and I don't want it to do so.
It's just that I don't know many people who think the way I do, thus I feel comfortable around them. Not enough friends, lovers.

Yesterday I practiced some waltz steps with mr.Růžička and, yup, nice guess, he's just totally on the other side of the way-of-thinking spectre. He's nice, gorgeous, wears slime-green shirts and his perfume is just aaaaw. But not getting my jokes is just an unbearable problem when it comes to anything above the line of platonic love. Which means sex and marriage, basically. lol.

I would appreciate some affection. Crying over my mind-mate ex is depressive. I want Karin to come back. And things.

Pros and Cons

+ yesterday's AlejFest was probably the best of all.
- I played just one song.
+ did not screw it up though
- mr. Růžička didn't come to see me playing
+ but he came to the fest, at least!
- to assure me he's not worth the effort
+ but I've met one guy who reminded me of Destroyer
- didn't pay any attention to me
+ until he asked me if I want to play with his band
- which means NO to all emotional or sexual business between the two of us.

Just three things to tell you guys

1) Chippendales rocked! These boys surely know how to make a show, so in the end they are pretty much like the Prostitutes, just more naked. (I would prefer the reversed state so much more)

2)I am probably playing with Park rock again. For you not familiar, Park Rock was my first band ever. Plus, I am playing with Park Rock TOMORROW. So anyone who wishes to point and laugh please come. Cca at 20:00 on the small stage at AlejFest vol III (best event EVAH) , Mlejn.

3)I have a ball dress. Red one. Noone will resist.

I try to give give an ocean directions

(with the best of intentions)

Guess what.
Am off to the IAMX gig.
And talked to mr.R t'day.
And he asked if i could give him some private lessons.
Of ballroom dance.

He realized that it might have sounded weird, so he said he'll think the whole ball dance business over during the weekend.

The phone lives (btw the first k750i's name was mr.Richards. 2nd one was mr.Spider. This one i mr.Loser.) , but cannot read the memory card. Guess I will have to make my mp3 player work again instead.

I'm not coming out until this is all OVER!!!

Obviously I wasn't ok with just losing one phone, so i've trown the new one to the toilet.

Just tell me - does this happen to anyone else or am I just made to end up in a travelling freak show? The magical misfortune girl.

I cannot say I am pissed or sad or anything though.
I talked to mr. Růžička. Went for a palm-palm physical contact. Found out he has blue eyes. And STYLE.

Que malo!

I don't remember such a self-destructive behaviour since I was in 9th grade of elementary.

Mostly cause this type of night doesn't leave much memories.

So, it started as a moderately jolly evening at Roxy and ended 6 am at casino with some weird slovakians, where I've lost my phone, because anything more I could lose I had lost at the previous drinking destination (illusions, sympathies, dignity)
I have already had a buiness call from IR.cz Marty, who just HAD TO tell me how much work for them I have to finish.

("Does any of the things require me dealing with Dan?" "Oh, nope, I bet you two would end up having sex instead"......... the thing that pissed me the most! Like if Dan would ever leave his "no I can't" attitude. Jeez)

Music when the lights go out

I feel... well, let's just say I'm not at my best.
I hate music showbusiness even in its lowest form (that's the one I'm in contact with, generally). Since I am no longer an active musician and I don't see it coming in a looong time, it has just lost a big part of attractiveness it had for me. The worse thing is this ruins my personal life... you see... I am not really excited about hearing of my ex-band and pretty much anything that has something to do with it, on the other hand am not very sure if all I say is interesting for the other side.
I wish Karin or me were a guy.

And on top of it all I didn't get the Road Side Mary promos I've requested for my artwork, nobody wrote me a single letter back for my friday night report and I am probably getting no proper evening dress for our maturita ball, cause they're so fu**ing expensive. I can't risk having some improperly done one, to avoid even the tiniest faux-pas during waltz with mr. Růžička. Of whom I've dreamt tonight - we were at some kind of country trip... on running skis.... but the important fact was... he had his BOYFRIEND with him. Oh please no more dreams like that, please, please.

Jesus! I am SO GOOD!

I can't believe my left hand created this!

I'm such a bloody genius.

call THE POLICE!

I'm having Sting in my heeeeaaad.

Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age

One has to have at least SOME motivation to show up at school even when the planets aren't in the specific studying constellation (which is every other day, basically).

Like poetry, lyrics mean so much more when you can relate to them, so writing the ultimate words for a song is an impossible thing.

I am electro boooy...

...I am electro giiirl.

It seems like I've found the last bit for my new band. She's young so probably still pretty formative, but there's nothing to form really, cause she likes I AM X and RiD, so no problem.
We're going to that I AM X gig together, I am expecting some MAJOR EXPERIENCE.

Still not having a proper electro pseudonym. Shoot.

Four strings do fit me well indeed

After I found out Karin is UNABLE to stop playing CHORDS ON BASS (great Thunderbird it was, but that didn't help at all), I have started to assume that she would be better as a keyboard player.

From that moment I am pretty over-enthusiastic about creating an electropop trio.

Girl electronica trio sounds too much like Robots in Disguise though.

Today I've cried while watching this music vid. It's just as directly and immediately moving as Brightside, with the difference that this one is SAD in advance!

Heeey...

Is there any possibility that any of you guys would go see I AM X with me?
The last tickets are for sale and I would really go if I just had someone to let the party started.

Chris Corner is sex on two legs. Me likes his queer voice (I don't like all types of queer voices though, if you know what I mean).


White suit with snowy cowboy boots!

After this particular party I almost died

Ok, more like this weekend.

On saturday I agreed to help out with some painting business in the Bordo club (I can hear Vondráček saying "you do it only 'cause you like Jiří anyways!"), climbing ladders, absorbing my "boss"'s choleric explosions (because the wall looked better BEFORE!) , being called "really skilful" (which asociates with other activities in MY FILTHY BRAIN). I am posting a little pic of the Road Side Mary's monster ->

Sunday was our "riding our butts off" cycling adventure w/ Karin, it really fulfilled my expectations, if I only wasn't so damn DEAD t'day.


The village of Cvrčovice... oh wait.. . a bird reservation, maybe. Just ask Karin.


Our great guidebook .D Cycling with children.


By the way, had the song "I wanna be there (when you come)" by the Stone Roses in my head all the way and I wonder... are the lyrics about... ahem.. u know, I was lazy to look up the rest, but the refrain sounds... a tiny bit sexual.

Welcome to the WORLD OF TOMORROW!

Or, just welcome to the world of ADULTS, Soc! (You are much more of an adult than me though)

So, yesterday we've celebrated at La Bodeguita (I was told you get better mojito only on Cuba) with Soc and her schoolmates with which I'm getting pretty familiar already. I actually tend to think of English College students kinda stereotypically, but this, this is like "a finest selection".

For some mysterious reasons I've had an urge to write a msg to one my long-time-no-see "friend", who called me back, and I wasn't really prepared for that situation, so Soc took the call and guess what, he didn't even recognise he's talking to a different person. Well, like I've said, long time no see. It's just that she obviously talked him into a date today, which I will have to ignore/postpone (although that would take a looong time then)/cancel.
SHE'S A MONSTER.

Envy!

After a month of painful waiting, my badges are here!

Formed a band, we formed a band

Getting an NME ad in the "form a band" band service wouldn't make much sense though.

Anyway.

I am seeking a KEYBOARD PLAYER with a thing for indie poprock, Kaiser Chiefs, Razorlight, Fratellis etc., doesn't have to be creative, cause we're gonna be just a band of filthy musical criminals.

Then, is there any electroacoustic/electric VIOLINIST? For an Arcade Fir-ish high school band. Some other posts also available. Drums and guitar probably taken though.

Last, a long time forgotten project Fat Bottomed Girls would love to find a girl-Freddie or girl-John Deacon. Basically, any singing or bassing Queen fan.

Oh, that was pretty quick.

They've actually begun seeking new drummer before I've had said I'm quitting.
That's kinda jolly.

Cannot really say I feel fine, omnipresent breakup feeling, that popular ambivalence I'm so alone-I'm so free, stalks me.

supermarket jesus comes with smiles and lies.

It does not have to be so good when things become great every time.

I don't think I am getting over it this time.

when the joys of living just leave you cold
frozen from the failing mess you made your own

I feel pretty messed up - first I thought leaving the band would take my meaning away, but now, as the school started, I would pretty much appreciate some extra time for all the seminary works and maturitas and university exams, duh.
But wasting time with people who just don't see any of your effort useful, sadly, that makes you feel awful. It just doesn't work out.

if i have to switch the lights off
i wanna switch them off with you

Watch the news.

Especially BBC will be informative when I'm getting busted for... any of the illegal things I tend to do.

I am almost done packing, my mp3 loaded with I AM X (Very Prostitutes-esque... After Every Party I Die has this bass line which is just like... damn.. help me.) (Corner has more gay voice than Bell though), Kaiser Chiefs (I am going with my fellow chiefettes after all), Muse (The best shag-song-writers, if I am getting tired by the estrogene company), Arcade Fire (want to turn them all to my faith), The Libertines (that's more of a nostalgy than anything else, cause I've been listening to them all the last trip to London) and The Prostitutes (for I'd love to bring girls to next gig of theirs and they seem to be unhappy about their lack of musical knowledge).

I am so gonna forget something ultra-galactically important at home.

*insert wedding march*

Spent some time at a REAL musician wedding. Or, more like a wedding afterparty, actually.

This guy, Canny of Obří Broskev, married the keyboardist, Olga. Canny is Czech RICKY WILSON, but more BRITISH .D despite the fact he sings czech.


And Vondráček w/ Erik, a perspective gay couple. No, no, Erik belongs to Adam V., right?


And to wank my ego (which is probably a disgusting czechism unnaturally brought to english) , here's the U2 tee I've made.

Sometimes we remember bedrooms of our friends

Anyways. Yesterday was pretty social.

First, I've spent the afternoon w/ guys from Road Side Mary and Csabba in Popocafépetl, it was meant to be a professional session, but later it evolved into something much more interesting. The fact Adam V. was absent made it survivable, cause TWO people who speak as much as Jiří, the bassist, simply wouldn't be. By the way, RSM have awesome promo pics at their bandzone profile.
I am probably gonna visit RSM + Sunflower Caravan gig today (for free, ha!). You should consider that evening programme, too.


Then I travelled to Nové Butovice to my english student's place. My student is mr.Veselý (former ETC.., now Dobrohošť, Irish Dew) - wow, he's like a hairless BRIAN MAY! I guess these lessons are gonna be pretty fun. I will let you know!

Alive (driving me craaazy)

I am listening to BRITNEY SPEARS and mr. Insane is all right.
which of these is the good and which is the bad news, that's for you to decide.

Oh I wonder if we'll ever meet again - I would vote for the least expectable meeting, when we would both be hella different and married, the Fake Tapes famous and he, he would probably be a nationwide known musical critic.
Yay.

Interlude

I had the weirdest dreams bout Mr.Insane (the Chris Corner's double, the pioneer of indie).
I've actually experienced that people I've had such disturbing dreams about had an accident or something like that about the time I dreamt of it. Many times.
He haven't replied to my message yet and he's not even scrobbling on last.fm. Which is UNUSUAL.

Oh god oh god.

And I wonder.

Where are all the celeb drummers to help me when shopping?

Let's get hetero again

Slash is fine, but still...

you know, I've been browsing through my mates' blogs and found this short, but really emotionally-informative post on PrAndy's blog.

I've been thinking about it a few seconds and realized that I should probably tell you guys that even though it doesn't look like that and I pretty much understand it, cause I am such a filthy whory rock star who does not know when to end, I am IN LOVE.

Suck on that!
I'm the best and he is... the second best, naturally.

Filthy/Gorgeous

Cannot blame this on the Scissor Sisters though. (but they are queeeeeeeer)

So, going through a horrible *thebandI'drathernotmentionbyitsnamecuzI'mafraidtheywillcomeandgetmeaaaargh* slash spree lately, and I shall be disrespected for it, but cannot resist uploading the artwork.

What the hell, I don't care about anyone anyways, so I can post ANYTHING my majesty fancies


Aaaaah, it's the most drawable bassist along with the most popular singer! I admit I was pretty jealous of Adam's divine skills being adored by.. this... gentleman by the time I was thinking this up, but the way it was turning me on while I was actually making it, that defeated all the negative feeling pretty well.
Yeah and the title of this one i "Venus in Furs", by the way.


Aaaargh, this was even a better turn-on! Jesus, never thought this pairing might work, but it does, as long as we don't see *the left guy*'s "oh what the fu****g hell is goin on" expression and we see only *the right guy* (calling someone the right guy sounds pretty serious though .D ) 's totally *aaaaaaaaaw* look.


You won't appreciate this anyway.

I've just realized that since there's the band's name on the second one I did not have to put such effort into camouflaging their identity.

Yay or nay?

Double-braided! That'z da rockstar hairstyle, losers!


Yup, had wine session w/ Karin once again. This time we even opened the bottle by getting the cork OUT! Not usual.


Didn't know there's a water pool around the air tower, so -of course- we had to try what's the water like.


And, the least important news , I've made a cheesecake and it tastes too good to be called "a parody on cheesecake". The poisoned people are yet to come! Stay tuned!

Teenage Wasteland

Oh I feel like shit.

I shouldn't have watched "Pride and Prejudice" and "The Holiday" in the first place. Of course - everything sucks compared to these.

My trip to London has already killed three FANTASTIC gig opportunities. I am a total loser and noone pays even the smallest attention to me, but I DO deserve that. I know a lot of things, but none of them appears to attract any interest of people I admire.
emo emo emo.

This age sucks, one cannot even feel down without being called EMO. Stick that up your a*se, thank you very much.
I don't like you!

Yep.

You've put me together
I can see now
the sun shines
through the trees
shines down
through the ice
it's ll your work
it's all your fault
these are my thanks
to you
my BRIGHTSIDE

My hands are warm
in your coat
they rest on your heart
my BRIGHTSIDE
-fragments of the "Brightside" lyrics sketch

Unfinished. Awful (cause romantic = awful). No need to make it complicated. 1)nobody listens to the lyrics anyway 2)this is what I want to say.
The rehearsal was cool.

I like this phenomenon.

One thing I always lacked on most of the slash that can be read round here is that it does not have any visual company. I am a visual type of person and why the hell can't they stick up some quick photoshop cheap-fluff picture or at least hire an illustrator .D ?!

BUT... when it comes to slash on LiveJournal, I am pretty satisfied with the avatars people come up with - some of them are slashy, some of them only heterosexually sexy enough to make me forget they're not slashy. But most of them = goodness. Lemme show.



Me loves them. The pics. AND Libertines. OF COURSE.

Gone shoppin'

Some of you already know that I was kinda technically disabled yesterday because the day before I've spilt some water into my keyboard while chatting with Sali from Evelynne /must have been really exciting/. First, my N and B, space and ALT stopped working, then I was trying to mend it and then it stopped working COMPLETELY (I know what you think. And it is true)

While buying me a new one - TESCO VALUE keyboard - I found this ABSOLUTELY disgusting notebook which I eventually had to buy!


The biblical cover design was not the worst thing about it.
It has got JESUS INSIDE! I'm gonna use that freakin thing for my math lessons lol

The show must go on. I guess.

So. The Last BC gig yesterday. I am dead. And, what is worse, I was half dead on the stage already. I think I played well, like not so many technical mistakes, I even did not destroy the pedal (thank you, drummer of Evelynne - you've been especially lucky lad yesterday), but honestly, I just DID NOT ENJOY. Well, happens. But it's good to know it was just my physical state which screwd it up for me.

I am growing a custom on Evelynne, kind of, which scares me. But I have to admit I really like their bass player. Cuz he's one of the musicians who even TALK to me. Amazes me. Whoa.

So, let's end this Big Cheese agony and let the era of THE FAKE TAPES begin!!!

Aaaw...

Tonight I had the sweetest dream about being in an army division that had Carl Barat and Pete Doherty as commanders.
Carl was particularly cute and so very not like him in real at all I guess. Probably some young, idealistic Carl.
I feel like whoring around "Carl Barat's toffees" on youtube once again.

Anyways, today is Big Cheese's last gig, so show up, especially if you hate the whole idea of a bandname change. Starts at 20:00 at Bluesrock club.

I am starting to get overexcited by the London trip.

Under the Blood-Red Sky

Heeey (hey-r-hey)

Happiness is not a warm gun, it's having someone to listen to Led Zeppelin with. Someone to listen to Kaiser Chiefs with. And of course someone to play music with!
So thanks you all who are talked of as the someones.
U2 make me feel SENTIMENTAL!

Now for the documentary part.

It was my first time at a music festival, so... whoa, it's like the Woodstock, only more commercial XD


The Slots acoustic - well... more like Vondráček acoustic on this pic. I like it. A lot.


heeey, Vondráček is the second best, right after me!


Destroyer's getting tattooed by Adam. Ahem .D Water replaced by beer - "I feel like puked up with beer" he said.


All behold! This august's indie tattoo hit style!

"to se zas něco dočteme na blogu!"

A nedočtete!

The Prostitutes gave me a lift home from SázavaFest, which was nice, but I would much rather stay there for the whole time, which is five days, than getting there at 3:20 pm to RUN to see them play /their stage was OF COURSE the one on the very end of the festival zone - I was like 300 metres away when I've heard this "ladies and gentlemen - the Prostitutes!" - I would never guess how quick I can be with such motivation/ and leaving at 11 at night.

Adrian expressed his opinion on our band in these words: "Big Cheese! That's such a shite name!" Hope that will make Adam see that it is. Really.

The title of this post was how Destroyer reacted on "Adrian's asleep. With the girl asleep on him."

Geez!

Da phone is home oh yeeah

What a sophisticated and unbelievably intellectual-sounding header.

But tells the important, I guess. That they gave me a new S-E k750i, a black one now! I surprised myself that the memory wasn't full of pictures of things I don't remember from the last night this morning, but what the hell.
I've just downloaded these pics:


yeah, I particularly love this picture of semi-naked Adam K..
Not so clearly visible on this one, but Šmity and Adam ARE doubles. And, what I never realized before, Adam is pretty much like a younger and dumber Destroyer! (Do I look like like young Adrian? Or Luke? )
Great - Vondráček and the whole male part of BC, looking like total idiots, but it is kinda sweet. Kinda.