cherry

I'm alive, I'm back. I kind of don't want to be.

This is mostly a place holder while I get used to being back in the city with all it's fucking rain and people and noise. Can you say culture shock? I used to think I was a city girl... And anyway, Christmas is over; I don't want no bad luck.

This is possibly the most ridiculously disappointing, nonsensical and poorly gramatised (I'm even making up words) journal entry I've ever made. As long as you don't count the ones way back when I was just a young fool.

On the plus side I shot more rolls of film than I can hold in two hands and I thoroughly enjoyed my almost three weeks up north. I'm dying to go back, I miss it so badly.

I'm falling into bed now... Proper update soon. Maybe.




I feel a bit like this guy.