Paris Hilton makes me want to wear perfume =]

     At a red light on Sunset, I lean over and kiss her and she puts the car into second and speeds up. On the radio is a song I have already heard five times today abut hum along to anyway. Blair lights a cigarette. We pass a poor woman with dirty, wild hair and a Bullock's bag sitting by her side full of yellowed newspapers. She's squatting on a sidewalk by the freeway, her face tilted toward the sky; eyes half-slits, because of the glare of the sun. Blair locks the doors and we're driving along a side street up in the hills. No cars pass by. Blair turns the radio up. She doesn't see the coyote. It's big and brownish gray and the car hits it hard as it runs out into the middle of the street and Blair screams and tries to drive on, the cigarette falling from her lips. But the coyote is stuck under the wheels and it's squealing and the car is having difficulty moving. Blair stops the car and puts it in reverse and turns the engine off. I don't want to get out of the car, but Blair's crying hysterically, her head in her lap, and I get out of the car and walk slowly over to the coyote. It's lying on its side, trying to wag its tail. Its eyes are wide and frightened looking and I watch it start to die beneath the sun, blood running out of its mouth. All of its legs are smashed and its body keeps convulsing and I begin to notice the pool of blood that's forming at the head. Blair calls out to me, and I ignore her and watch the coyote. I stand there for ten minutes. No cars pass. The coyote shudders and arches its body up three, four times and then its eyes go white. Flies start to converge, skimming over the blood and the drying film of the eyes. I walk back to the car and Blair drives off and when we get to her house she turns on the TV and I think she takes some Valium or some Thoraine and the two of us go to bed while "Another World" starts.

I read a large portion of Bret Easton Ellis's Less Than Zero as I made my way to Steve's, some 2 hours away by Underground, and I was almost in tears as I read this passage. It was also very sad to see that all the grass everywhere had turned brown due to the heat and lack of rainfall. Even the Chase, the nature reserve near where Steve lives was all brown but for the trees dotted around.

I'm sitting at the end of a tree branch hoping that it'll break cos I'm now too scared to let go. Beneath is a trampoline and it will bounce me beyond the acorns that I can't pick, and I will see what is on the other side of the hill. You should've blindfolded me and left me on a clifftop. After sipping the flask of hot chocolate I'd finally make my way down to the watermill where I would rearrange the pebbles in the stream to read 'salt & vinegar'.

Anyways, on the train yesterday I found a map of the British Museum and it has a list of the times of the 'eyeOpener tours': 'free short tours (30-40 minutes each) introducing different areas of the Museum's collection'. These occur daily. I intend to attend at least one each week. Please do let me know if you're interested in coming along with me =] I'm flexible with weekdays

Have you read this article on Bret Easton Ellis? I haven't yet, but I will after I tell you that I enjoy his books very, very much but have yet to read his most famous: American Psycho! Actually, I've only read Rules of Attraction and Less Than Zero so far. Both of these were borrowed from Mr Mitchell who absolutely insisted upon me trying them. (Thank you, sir.) Unfortunately, of all that he's written, the library at Hendon only seems to hold American Psycho, so I'll be giving that a go soon. I was planing on leaving that to last.

We, my sister and I, went to the library yesterday soon after a lunch we ate desperately as soon as we got home from a swim. (It had been years since I last went swimming and I was so out of practice that I couldn't do more than a length without a short rest.) Yusuf was meant to come with us but he's terribly stubborn and just stayed home playing Pokémon Battle Revolutions. Phooey! He didn't even put his swim towel in the laundry.

I'd planned to get out Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code cos I didn't read it when the craze for it was rife, and still hadn't read it yet, but I couldn't find it. If you have a copy I could borrow, please, do let me know. I would be very grateful.

The gums on the left side of my mouth have swollen. ow. are my widom teeth coming through? I've been in discomfort/pain since Saturday but I won't admit that I need to see a dentist. I don't like dentists. I don't understand why anyone would go into dentistry and spend their life poking in people's mouths. It's gross.