nicotine

Mmmmm! The busier I get... the less I feel like entering this journal-writing domain in my mind... I cant even be bothered to spell check

Theres a big gust of happiness blowing up my skirt today. The weathers mild and theres a calm navy tint in the skies blushing over everything... it stinks of rain, but its really driven and fresh and reasuring like sticking to the shallow depths.

Ive been spending much of my time writing and trying to improve my english. Ive lost a certain air of real knowledge but its been elegantly replaced with much fantasy and imagination. Which are both limitless on there own part...

Ive found someone I can really connect with. Liiike.. Bucket and spade or Crumpet and jam. Haha! Mmmm. It makes me so fucking happy. Eating into my social life in the most positive and licentious way posibly my babies. Im living like a total night junkie, getting endorphins by the fucking bucket load spinning through the streets and bars and passing and geering at all the other clumsy drunken tide of fools...

Its hard to imagine doing a real hard days work. Sure... its so damn pointless. Cluttering so much time to think, enjoy, get bent thoughts and just play silly games.

But right now... Its just good to be luurved up.