Behind the mirror

first, the *mimimi*: I'm sick - have caught a nasty cold. And it's all my mom's fault. Whole family is dying suffering. Dad and brother need reservations at the nearby cemetery.

This leads me to the next point: True Blood. Living in Germany sometimes means you miss all the good shows or get 'em a year later on TV. An article at Spiegel Online caught my attention. And thanks to the WWW I'm now addicted. Although I tried to stay away from all the vampire-hype. I still love my Ann Rice-books, but haven't read Twilight yet. And don't plan to do so. I'm old nostalgic, I know. One who prefers the old White Wolf-RPG system Vampire - the Masquerade above Requiem.
But True Blood is really cool, like most HBO shows.

Alone the opening credits are damn stylish.

And STYLISH is the next buzzword. That 0_noctifer_0's taste in music is strange exquisite is a fact. And she really is inside me. Otherwise I have no rational explanation for the fact that I really like Emiliana Torrini's Jungle Drum.
Perfect sound while painting the kitchen walls. And I make progress. Nearly done with the whole apartment. Walls look great.

Will get such a funky crystal chandelier for my kitchen. And I am so excited about moving in the new apartment. And so proud of myself.

Originally published at Solokuenstler.