Crystal Cave Pt.2

Inside the Crystal Cave.

Wine

My recent vinyl purchases

Fainting goat shirt

Fav. natural root beer

Vans and moccasins

Let's Drive Until We Meet the Grand Canyon, Baby

The Crystal Cave has become a mess of dishes, wine bottles and cut outs from Vogue and Nylon magazine.

This place is really growing on me. This city is starting to feel like home,despite the fact that I moved here over a year ago.

When I went back to my hometown this weekend, I could barely force myself out of my friends hippie van when we reached our destination.

I thought "why can't we just keep driving? Fuck our families at thanksgiving. Let's drive till we see the cacti. Let's drive till we meet the Grand Canyon." And I know they would go for it, except they are "responsible" stoners, not "spur of the moment" stoners. They still go to work 9-5 and pay the bills, that type of stoners.

So I hopped out of the van, wishing I could be back at the Crystal Cave, drinking wine and blasting the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Be My Samarai?

I've been getting into some "off the wall" music lately down here in the Crystal Cave.

No more Stones. It's dubstep and Die Antwoord all the time.

There is something about this group that makes you question their seriousness on the first listen. But on the second and third time and on, you realize this music is completly original. You will probably say something out loud to yourself like "Fuck, this is like the coolest song I've ever heard in my whole life...".

Yo-Landi Visser and Ninja= epicness.

Die Antwoord- "Enter the Ninja"

Funeral at 4 a.m.

So far life in Crystal Cave has been quite lonely. I have the TV on constantly to fill the space with white noise. I had a sleepover with my friend two nights ago and we were blasting the Arcade Fire's "Funeral" at 4 a.m. I hope the neighbours don't hate me too much.

I have also managed to christen the bathroom with a "Doors sound bath." and the kitchen with burnt offerings of rice. The Crystal Cave is sure full of wonders. Photographic tour to come...

Crystal City

When I was a child I had a polished rock and mineral collection.

Not going to lie, I still have it...

I love minerals, crystals and rocks of all shapes.

I quite often frequent rock and gem shops

starring at all that sparkles.

The Crystal Cave

I move in to my new apartment today, hopefully. There are a few things I'm going to do to christen the place which I will call affectionately from here on "The Crystal Cave", which is, for now, a working title.

1)Christen it with some wine, preferably white this time, and blast Led Zeppelin as loud as I can just so the neighbours know there is a new person in the suite.

2)Take a Jim Morrison and The Doors bath. Light some candles. Think "I'm a lost little girl" and drift, drift away...

(See post titled: I am the lizard king, I can do anything)

3)Smoke a cigarette on my leather couch and watch Factory Girl. Channel Edie Sedwick and Warhol all at once.

4)Cook the deluxe vietnamese meal. Or order in the deluxe meal. I can't decide. A food coma is sure to be enduced.