it is hot and dusty where I live.
sometimes the air is so thick all I can do is sit on my porch and drink cold beer, with tizzle at my feet. the heat makes him so lazy he doesn’t even bark when strangers pass by.
my mother always warned me about living in a place like this, but she doesn’t realise how much I love this solitude.
especially at night, when I listen to the desert revealing its secrets. out here I dream my fantasy life. I have always been an outcast anyway, with my greasy hair, being a truck driver and repairing fancy fast cars, getting dirty hands all the time.
I even built my own trailer, my private wooden palace, my hide-out,
my kingdom. I’ve installed a brilliant sound system and made a bathtub
under the stars. the other day I bought a sewing-genie, to make scarves, and cushion covers I want to embroider. I’m working on a pattern of the wolf who wanders around my trailer at sun dawn, howling as if she wants to share her sadness. I also love cooking; I’m making a recipe for the most delicious meatballs ever. benicio loves them.
you see, I have a girlish side in me as well.
it’s this contrast I love to live to the maximum.

my grounds are like a BMW-dump. I just can’t help loving these cars so much, my beauties. when the sun sets it looks as if I’m surrounded by the treasures of the world, the way they gleam and glitter.
sometimes I dress up all sexy in a fancy skirt and high heels for a drive in one of my cars.
I love being on the road like this.

by calling me a trashy and disorderly chick people just envy me I guess, for doing what I like, unconditional.
that’s why I only wear white lace knickers.