It's been a whale.

Hello to all my rabid fans (Ma and Pa Mozgawa)!

You must be so concerned due to my I have been quite lax with my twittering. Sorry, tweeting.

To give you an update of the last 4 months I have:

- Taken approximately 248 trips to the lavatory, with varying degrees of success. I've tried cellulose and fiber pills but nothing seems to change.

- Had several emotionally groundbreaking insights on romance, materialism, free market capitalism and social/sexual dynamics; all of which have been forgotten. This could easily have been avoided had I been tweeting/facebooking more often.

- Watched lots of Six Feet Under and convinced myself that I have a brain tumor. I'm so bored.

Watch this you dicks!













Sorry; Dick is German for dude. Dich. How good was that? It's about time this weird broad went solo!

Will upload some unflattering photos of me blowing my nose next to generic Berlin monuments. Thinking of pitching the idea as a calendar.

Love,

Stella

Valentine Spray

Hey!

Happy Valentines everybody. Whatever.

I had a few gorgeous days in New York City, had my back raped for 30 minutes by a delightful Chinese lady and have had a strange electric sensation in my left arm ever since. Feels like I'm going to shoot spiderwebs out of my hand any second now.

Oh, and hey, here's a video I made of Erik Kertes (Lenka's bass player) giving a pretzel naughty naughties!


Love,

Stella

Totally TITS!

My friend Seja Vogel is a g'damn wicked witch of genius.

She has made plushy, miniature versions of classic analog synthesizers and is selling the little critters online.

CHECK THIS SHIT!

www.pulsewidth.etsy.com

Buy them, take them out to lunch, hold hands under street lamps. Or, whatever.

In other news we drove to Maryland today. It is minus human degrees celsius. Want to saw my face off.
Finished reading Davis Sedaris' "Naked". Laugh-out-loud funny, although I was too self-conscious to scream with delight in the van so I just laughed through my nose which is probably more annoying. Watched Tim and Eric's Awesome Show Great Job Season One.

It warped my pithy, fragile mind, again.

Off to New York for 5 days tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing friendlies and rubbing shoulders with sweet hipsters.

Bye!

Like, thoughts and shit.

This is my bare soul on paper

The burgundy-red juice of my heart drips down the corners of the screen.....

.... just kidding!

I am currently touring across America with Lenka and thought I would throw up tasty little videos, pictures and ill-considered musings for your beady little occies.

Here's one we* prepared earlier:



* by "we" I mean James Gulliver Hancock. I apologise for any allusion to Multiple Personality Disorder.