i've moved to minneapolis;
& this is my new friend:

so far nameless
& alreadie drinking from the toilet

=IN THE BEGINNING=
What time is it right now: 1:15 pm
Do you dare to finish this: I dare, but being bothered is another thing altogether.
Do you like these surveys: Every now and then. If I'm down enough.

=THE BASICS=
Name: Io Mour
Birthdate: 28th of May, 1981
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Age: 20
Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA.
Past Location: Rapid City, South Dakota, USA. Cairns, Queensland, Australia. Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia. Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.
Place of Birth: Footscray, Victoria, Australia.
Are you parents divorced: Yes.
First town you lived in: Warragul, Victoria, Australia.
Eye Color: Brown.
Height: 5'3"
Glasses or No: No.
Piercings/Tattoos: Lebret.

=HAVE YOU=
Danced around naked: Yes.
Ran away from the cops: No.
Held a gun: Yes. Right before I moved. The boy upstairs had a concealed weapons permit and 1000 guns.
Committed a crime you were charged with: Yes. I shoplifted. I was a witch, but nothing came of that because the policeman had personal reasons for upholding a stupid law usually not upheld. And indecent exposure; but I was painted.
Gotten in a car accident: No. I don't drive.
Watched Punky Brewster: Yes. All I hazily remember is an episode about a dog and a man.
Gone skinny dipping: Yes.
Ran away from home: Yes. No-one noticed. Probably because it was only for 2 hours.
Played strip poker: No.
Broke a bone: Maybe my nose. I'm not sure..

=WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME?=
Sang out loud: Yesterday.
Screamed: So long ago I don't recall it. Probably when I slammed my husband's head in the bathroom door. I don't recall that, either.
Ate Chinese Food: A few days ago. Cashew chicken.
Watched a Cartoon: A few days ago. Garfield and Friends.

=DO YOU?=
Have a pager: No.
Have a cell phone: No.
Have your own car: No.
Have money in your pocket: I have no pocket.
Have clothes on right now: Yes.
Have a mental disease: Doesn't everyone?
Have any pets: A cat and a rat. Kallisti and Geezer.
Save E-mails: Yes. The ones I deem important.
Have a Crush: Yes.
Sleep with stuffed animal: No.
Sleep with the lights on or off: Off. Unless they're on.
Think you're funny: No.
Have a pool: No.
Party a lot: No.
Go on-line a lot: Yes.
Sleep a lot: I suppose so.
Curse a lot: No. Hardly ever.
Like lollipops: Yes. I think it's strange that Americans call them lollipops and not candypops, when they call lollies candy.

=THIS OR THAT=
Button fly or zipper jeans: Button. But I don't wear jeans.
Hot or cold: Cold.
One pillow or two: Two.
Red or blue: Blue.
Here or there: There.
Sweater or sweatshirt: What is the difference? I wear jumpers.
Pencil or pen: Pen.
Boxers or Briefs: Neither.
T-shirt or tank top: Neither.
Stripes or solids: Solids.
Wool or cotton: Cotton.
Chocolate milk or plain: Plain.
Celsius or Fahrenheit: Celsius.
Spring or fall: fall?
Summer or winter: Winter.
Skiing or swimming: Swimming. I like everything both ways.
Croutons or Bacon Bits: Neither.
2 doors or 4 (in a car): I don't care.
Blanket or stuffed animal: Blanket.
Shampoo or conditioner: Shampoo.
Relationship or hookup: All the same.
Pools or hot tubs: Pool.
TV or radio: TV.
Snow or rain: I miss rain.

=WHO,WHAT,WHERE=
What is your most prized possession: Something no longer in my possession.
What is your good luck charm(s): A porcelain cat with an un-secret compartment.
What is the stupidest song you've ever heard: Everything I don't like.
What is the most embarrassing CD you own: A single by the zombie in that nightmare TV board game.. I don't remember. It's in Australia.
What do you do most often when you are bored: Read.
What is the last movie you saw: Entrapment. I want cable back.
What kind of clothes do you sleep in: Nothing. I don't understand why people sleep in clothes. It's uncomfortable. They get twisted around me.
What are you thinking about right now: Why people sleep in clothes.
What are you doing right now: Filling out a survey.
What color underwear are you wearing: I'm not.
What time is it now: 1:33 pm
Any last things to say: I've nothing to say. Why do you think I filled this out? I am 5% of the good things I used to be.

i am an emotional child - can't handle myself.
barely know what emotion is which, let alone how to handle them.
can't handle them in myself - let alone in others.
the emotions of others are strange scaled, horned and ancient beasts to me.
extinct, perhaps even mythological.

we all crave different but it's so impossible to anyone but the different.

i'm coming down.. slowing down.
I should keep going, but thinking of those who inspire me clams me up, because i could never hope to be as great. I feel it's blasphemous even to aspire. i befoul the image of others by looking up to (perhaps even at!) them.

yes.. everything is such a strain.

bathing delights me.
water when it's clear with patterns and a colour of green i can't describe.
green! & it smells like a tingle.
i spend most of the time on my belly, because i like to make splashes & pretend i'm playing.
[i'm not really playing because i'm too old]
& the bathtub god tries to make me nervous:

i want to redesign xentrik.net, but wonder if i should keep it professional.
i don't want to.
but it's sponsored by people who want it professional.
i want it eccentric. because that is its name! sigh.

i've water in my ears. that's fun too. maybe it's whispering to me in waterspeak & i almost hear it.

sick of everything going WRONG
FUCK

i usually forget i'm selfish.
if i were constantly reminded,
maybe i'd remember not to be.

i need to set an alarm clock to go off
every hour, and to say
"how selfish you are! how selfish you are!"

my skin like butter so blades can slip through it:
if my name were beautiful perhaps i would be too

i cannot die before i've suffered everything

confide in everything, contemplate anything
lord, my silence protects me

milk & blood & marigolds
think i'll dye my hair peacock-coloured

(tears,
when dropped on the face
of a dead person,
have the automatic power
to revive that person.)

oh yeah --
at least a hundred people,
that you never even thought of,
are going to be sad when you die.

we were together, talking. she was my friend, a tiny child.
walking alongside the road. i called her back, but i didn't know her name! she wasn't listening; intent.
the road was so busy. a double-line'd herd of shining automatons.
missing, barely missing, not missing! so suddenly
bowling and twirling her into a meaningless rag doll full of red sea foam. and gone.
breaking me, too.

snowflakes kept getting caught in my eyelashes.
which is very romantic, but gets annoying after a while.

the minneapolis skyway is a cross between a giant hotel and
an airport with nicer-than-usual carpeting,
complete with boarding gateways.

the people who work at target
are just plain stupid;
every person i ask how to find an item directs me to a different floor.

and
walking on slippery
is infinitely harder
in heels as high as mine.

i am from queensland, australia.
and have always thought of myself as having a tan.
until today. when i realised it's gone.
and has been gone for two years.