March 2012
4 posts
when life gives you lemons, you paint that shit gold
I am not quite sure why but I go so weak at the knees when I see an attractive man in a well fitted suit. Almost keeled over just walking home, and he smiled at me. Good lord. I would do bad things to have a boyfriend that wore shirts allll the time, and on the odd occasion wore a suit. Ahhh. Just thinking about it..
February 2012
147 posts
oh, we’re so c-c-c-c-c-controversial. we are entirely smooth. we admit to the truth, we are the best at what we do. and these are the words you wish you wrote down. this is the way you wish your voice sounds, handsome and smart. oh my tongue’s the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart. and its all from watching TV, and from speeding up my breathing. wouldn’t stop...
Loving my new home, and that I have permission to wear my friend’s incredible powder blue Swiss Home Guard/Army jacket (and the ‘romper suit’). He is currently upside down and on a plane to Australia.
will we get out of this little hell?
I have a few claims to fame (mainly due to my mother and her extreme/awesome/slightly deranged past, where I can only seem to describe her as a drug dealer) but one of the best has got to be that I sold pork pies to Michael Caine, on several occasions. Yeah.
So, we all know how bad drunk texting is. Drunk texting an ex, or even accidently sending something to someone else, or your parents! God. Awkward right? Waking up in the morning thinking shit, why?! One of my sister’s friends went one further and drunk emailed her prospective university. Good one.
at arms length
Moving to a new temporary home next week. Been kindly offered to take over a friend’s room while he goes on travels to Australia. It’s a total lad pad, I am excited to say the least. Hope the boys know what they’re in for, not that I’m the girliest of girls, but they’re both studying Biochemistry to high levels, and well, what I’m doing is going to look like...
take me away. somewhere. anywhere.
frustration.
