1. geo-physicist, tats

2. afternoon naps

3. realising i am not always socially awkward

4. feeding my cat prawns

5. nineteen yo, bandana

6. "you're so london" (what does that EVEN MEAN.)

7. fortune cookies

8. bitterness fading as money is repaid. i don't even want to think about what that says about me as a person.

9. adcortyl has solved all my problems ( Read more... )

Things Have Been Better.

if monday never came that would be okay with me. otherwise, i will be in denial until the last minute like any normal person. and drink tea. and listen to songs of the 1930s. and think of the cottage i have booked on the sea for late springtime.

wednesday night the sky was drenched in smoke. i am scared and tired of answering questions i do not know the answer to. i always say the wrong thing, all the wrong things and the awkward way i've done them are burning when i fall asleep and when i wake up. and i do not want it to be like that because i know it doesnt matter; even if i am hopeless ( Read more... )

this afternoon happiness is earl grey tea, programmes on architecture, and a lace blue shawl. i miss you and i will never let you go.

1. interactive theatre performance with ale, apple bobbing, wind-up rabbits, an awful lot of microphones, passages taken from the bible, nudity, people rubbing themselves with mud and leaves, a lot of animal noises ( Read more... )

the cure, a dark fringe, the smallest cinema i've ever been in. the cure. i dont care anymore. vanuatu. lack of direction. i think i'm starting to stop being scared of everything. maybe ( Read more... )

friday: fondue, wimbledon, expensive red wine and planning

yesterday: the slides in the turbine hall, the south bank, my hangover, baked potato, the smell of smoke, a warm coat, toffee apples, dean and wilson, sloane sq

today: radio three, creamy coffee, editing an essay on central local relations

later: dosas and east ham

this will end in tears. most likely. but its kind of fun until that happens.

my arms have become fatter. and tanned.

everything is measured out.

i fight sunday nights.

i fight sunday nights with islands albums, green tea, scrubs reruns, iain lee on speech radio, iris murdoch novels, and a 2am bed-time knowing that will mean four hours sleep.

on sundays i have all the time in world!

because monday does not exist. okay.