I’m almost deliriously happy today – nearly as happy as a cantankerous old seaside donkey trapped in a warehouse full of laughing gas and fluffy pillows. Why? Just cuz.

I deleted yesterday’s entry. I still think that Russell Brand is a beautiful human being with much to teach this mad-bad world, but the entry as a whole was too dark and miserable. The quip about the Ukrainian being eaten by lions was slightly funny but in very bad taste, not to mention offensive to a large number of potential readers. Sometimes I should think a while before clicking on the Submit button and walking away. This is my apology. I consider myself spanked and disciplined by ladies wearing black boots and nothing else, save for a belt adorned with a varied assortment of sex toys.

The weather has been hot and stormy recently. My hay-fever has been a constant nuisance - but it hasn’t been too bad so far today.

The Japanese bonsai tree on the window-ledge in my kitchen is dead, but a new version of the same tree has sprung up in the corner of its pot. The original owner of the tree said I can have it for free, so I’m quite excited.

I’m not as excited as I would be if two Japanese femme-fatales phoned me out of the blue and told me they were waiting in my bedroom because, although they had originally broke in to steal my video camera, they now wanted me to show them how the device worked, in an erotic film-making capacity… but I am fairly excited.

I’ve also got a baby oak and a baby laburnum tree. Apparently, they can be miniaturized in the same way as bonsai, just by applying the same sorta principles.

At the end of May this year I also received some seeds for a range of carnivorous plants as a gift. I have seeds for Venus Fly-traps, “Scary Ghost” plants (a lame name, if you ask me), and Body Snatcher plants. That’s Dionaea muscipula, Drosera capensis, and Sarracenia leucophylla for those of you into parading around a lavish ballroom in silk pyjamas saying plant names in Latin (a common hobby these days, I hear).

If I can get my digital camera to work with this computer, I’ll upload some recent pics of myself and of my new tree collection. As for the flesh-eating plants, there’s nothing to show yet. The “Scary Ghost” seeds have to hibernate in the refrigerator for a month before they are all planted together.

I made a big eejit out of myself a while ago and I feel embarrassed. Then again, the feeling doesn’t kill me. And I sometimes get a cosy inner-warmth that comes from just being who I am and telling the truth.

Btw… unkind people sometimes think I’m a bit of a psycho (albeit a harmless one) but there are some crazy people out there who make me appear as sober as a Jesuit monk (not an undead ninja monk, though). These zany characters are usually female, they are usually attracted to me like bees to summer flowers, and they usually use public transport (perhaps only because I do). The number of surreal and out-of-context discussions I’ve had with random people on busses... it’s a lot, anyway. I even had a strange lady with droopy eyes trying to follow me home one time, but I was walking too fast and she was lugging her shopping bags.

Ah… the days. lol

Anyway, I’d love to sit here at this computer desk reminiscing the afternoon away, but I’ve got things to do now.

Peace and love to all girls and boys and women and men and trannies and hermaphrodites and those of indeterminable gender. Nobody should be left out in the cold. I would date you all, provided you were a nice person and over 16.

Even crazy ladies who can’t keep up with me (due to heavy bags) deserve love - even if I’m too scared to give it and receive it sensually in their case. A trillion muahs.

Stay psychedelic everyone. ICYSNAF IWBYS (What could it mean?)