February 28, 2012
February 2, 2009
February 1, 2009

I can’t walk on the black parts of a zebra crossing.

I have to jump on the white ones, it’s THE RULE.

I hate the feel of wet sand stuck to my skin.

I have to go in the sea to wash it all off.

I spray perfume behind my knees.

Then, when I walk up the stairs, I make sure I walk in front of somebody I fancy.

I wish I could speak Italian.

It’s such a sexy language…