I am a lyrical soul, bound to get carried away
Roisin Murphy is singing in my head a lot lately. I'm not really a fan of her new album, but I do think she's a clever writer and musician. I like it, the way she turns things downside up, it's something I like to do in life.
The not smoking is going well, although I still have cravings. I think going out to smokey pubs makes the cravings hang around longer, all that smoke I breath in by proxy.
So the alcoholism is going well too, and the other night with a fine bottle of Rioja I managed to recapture how I felt this time about a year ago: jubilant, sexy, on-top-of-the-fuckin-world. Actually I was listening to Roisin then too: Pure Pleasure Seeker. I still love that song, heck, I think I'll listen to it again now.
Earlier this week I was ranting about men who don't have the balls to ask a girl out even when she lays it on a plate for them. Then I got over it, gave the guy a break, we went out, I was facetious, he was good-humoured, we snogged. It was fun! Still, guys & gals: PLEASE BE COURAGEOUS. It's only fun, be adventurous.
I haven't been taking a lot of photos lately. I'm not sure what's up with that, and I miss it, but I'm not worried. So, although I would like to embellish this entry pictorially, I shan't.
Ooooh, hang on, yes I will. You've seen this before, I made this a few months ago. Here's Roisin, Pure Pleasure Seeker.
Also, I can't stop thinking about wanting a new tattoo. Maybe my mum will give me one for xmas.
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HYPPPPPPPPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
See, this is why I love hangovers! Sunday morning now, lots of Champagne last night, actually, more Cava than Champers (pfft!), but anyway, here's me with the hyper hangover!
I seem to have found romance, and not where you think!
I just had an epiphany! All this time I was wanting someone to look after me, but there's no one who can look after me better than I do myself! HELLOOOOOOO!!?? GIRLS!!??? Sound familiar? This is ridiculous, and I will probably need to edit it later.
I just emailed a man about a tattoo! Woo! I'm going to try out a new tattooist this time: Mr Steve Byrne. I figured that by the time I can get in for an appointment I will have the moulah. I'm going for just the bird first, and I'll wait for the chrysanthemum. I'm hoping the bird will have no black lines. I reckon it's possible, the beautiful Venla has a bird with no black lines, so if she can do it I can, right?
Bejeezus, hangovers are good. I'm going to the Turkish baths again today, it's gonna be so Nice!
How hot is Trementina! Fuckin' sexy surreal bicyclism!
(This time of year so suits me. I am truly a winter baby.)
(an hour later: i feel ill)
(Yup, the up-chuck.
Here's some advice, when you've been drinking champers, don't get up first thing in the morning and drink a quarter of a litre of lemon-juice and hot water. Just don't.)
Roisin Murphy is singing in my head a lot lately. I'm not really a fan of her new album, but I do think she's a clever writer and musician. I like it, the way she turns things downside up, it's something I like to do in life.
The not smoking is going well, although I still have cravings. I think going out to smokey pubs makes the cravings hang around longer, all that smoke I breath in by proxy.
So the alcoholism is going well too, and the other night with a fine bottle of Rioja I managed to recapture how I felt this time about a year ago: jubilant, sexy, on-top-of-the-fuckin-world. Actually I was listening to Roisin then too: Pure Pleasure Seeker. I still love that song, heck, I think I'll listen to it again now.
Earlier this week I was ranting about men who don't have the balls to ask a girl out even when she lays it on a plate for them. Then I got over it, gave the guy a break, we went out, I was facetious, he was good-humoured, we snogged. It was fun! Still, guys & gals: PLEASE BE COURAGEOUS. It's only fun, be adventurous.
I haven't been taking a lot of photos lately. I'm not sure what's up with that, and I miss it, but I'm not worried. So, although I would like to embellish this entry pictorially, I shan't.
Ooooh, hang on, yes I will. You've seen this before, I made this a few months ago. Here's Roisin, Pure Pleasure Seeker.
Also, I can't stop thinking about wanting a new tattoo. Maybe my mum will give me one for xmas.
************************************************************~************************************************************
HYPPPPPPPPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
See, this is why I love hangovers! Sunday morning now, lots of Champagne last night, actually, more Cava than Champers (pfft!), but anyway, here's me with the hyper hangover!
I seem to have found romance, and not where you think!
I just had an epiphany! All this time I was wanting someone to look after me, but there's no one who can look after me better than I do myself! HELLOOOOOOO!!?? GIRLS!!??? Sound familiar? This is ridiculous, and I will probably need to edit it later.
I just emailed a man about a tattoo! Woo! I'm going to try out a new tattooist this time: Mr Steve Byrne. I figured that by the time I can get in for an appointment I will have the moulah. I'm going for just the bird first, and I'll wait for the chrysanthemum. I'm hoping the bird will have no black lines. I reckon it's possible, the beautiful Venla has a bird with no black lines, so if she can do it I can, right?
Bejeezus, hangovers are good. I'm going to the Turkish baths again today, it's gonna be so Nice!
How hot is Trementina! Fuckin' sexy surreal bicyclism!
(This time of year so suits me. I am truly a winter baby.)
(an hour later: i feel ill)
(Yup, the up-chuck.
Here's some advice, when you've been drinking champers, don't get up first thing in the morning and drink a quarter of a litre of lemon-juice and hot water. Just don't.)
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The back is much better. And congratulations on quitting smoking.
and thank you for being you.
your unique brand of go-getter enthusiasm, watered down with experience and self-belief is always a pleasure... and its certainly contagious.
happy festivities
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