things that have made me happy this year:
being with people I really love when it began
the saga of jimi and the law, bumbling devonshire po po
windy beach fun, getting in freezing cold briney sea to wash last year away
mulled wine and fireplaces, cuddles and mutts
driving around in the simca, taking videos of polka madness whilst holding up queues of traffic on the motorway because we can only go 50 mph in that beauty of vehicular aesthetics and engineering
wearing wigs
hungarian men all hearty and humble. the way the hungarian for sorry, excuse me sounds like an angry english watch out!. the danube at sunset. big spires that look like green marshmallows. why dont green marshmallows exist? Freakin GOULASH
delirium. walking for miles round early morning london and the brightness even though it was grey. dragging sticks along railings. booyah and fried chicken buckets, gravy and temporary tattoos
new shoes
Encyclopedia rockin out with drummachine beats, beards and beeps. their rosy cheeks. i just wanna eat them
fuckin limited edition 1989 mini coop, studley, remember your umbrella
johnny trump back in action, so comfortable with her
seeing old buddies, reminiscing over wombbomb, bursting through haystacks like water and sleeping on floors all over the county. being reminded that i am a pretty fun person to hang out with
realising how idiotic Ive been in respect to a certain male. coming to terms with my ridiculous imagination and getting ready to maybe fall and maybe not all over
deciding that if I can fix her I will do whatever it takes. and if I cant Im gunna bleeding well quit thinking about it, talking about it, and for the love of christ, worrying about it or whether im a bad person
early morning wake up from mr peter pumpkin eater. an american voice on the end of the line
deciding that even though I really have a problem with people, and generally dont like people, I dont have to be a smiley fake ass to apologise for this and then hate myself for it. i can just be civil. civility is the new black for me
not wearing black all the time
having a new project: constructing an amazing ear-horn for Randolph, curly and coney and with teeth and a tongue
planning all the sweet stuff Im going to make and package and send to people, collecting bits and bobs
being able to spend time by myself again. being able to fiddle around and potter without having to force myself to stop staring at the walls and scratching my skin off and crying. just doing and being without needing effort
feeling like i have everything to do and that not being scary
being able to leave the house without being scared the sky will fall down around me, or the air will suck all the breath out of my lungs and deflate me into a small heap of creep
whether youve made resolutions and what not, or not I hope you feel good about yourselves this year. im going to try and mesh my two personalities together more whilst not getting caught up in any more identity crises, all that bullshit is just an excuse for people to feel superior. or to go a little crazy. i dont need to be any kind of consistent, but if it happens thats ok
going to go and cook, it calms me (unless there are people around, and then it makes me cry)
being with people I really love when it began
the saga of jimi and the law, bumbling devonshire po po
windy beach fun, getting in freezing cold briney sea to wash last year away
mulled wine and fireplaces, cuddles and mutts
driving around in the simca, taking videos of polka madness whilst holding up queues of traffic on the motorway because we can only go 50 mph in that beauty of vehicular aesthetics and engineering
wearing wigs
hungarian men all hearty and humble. the way the hungarian for sorry, excuse me sounds like an angry english watch out!. the danube at sunset. big spires that look like green marshmallows. why dont green marshmallows exist? Freakin GOULASH
delirium. walking for miles round early morning london and the brightness even though it was grey. dragging sticks along railings. booyah and fried chicken buckets, gravy and temporary tattoos
new shoes
Encyclopedia rockin out with drummachine beats, beards and beeps. their rosy cheeks. i just wanna eat them
fuckin limited edition 1989 mini coop, studley, remember your umbrella
johnny trump back in action, so comfortable with her
seeing old buddies, reminiscing over wombbomb, bursting through haystacks like water and sleeping on floors all over the county. being reminded that i am a pretty fun person to hang out with
realising how idiotic Ive been in respect to a certain male. coming to terms with my ridiculous imagination and getting ready to maybe fall and maybe not all over
deciding that if I can fix her I will do whatever it takes. and if I cant Im gunna bleeding well quit thinking about it, talking about it, and for the love of christ, worrying about it or whether im a bad person
early morning wake up from mr peter pumpkin eater. an american voice on the end of the line
deciding that even though I really have a problem with people, and generally dont like people, I dont have to be a smiley fake ass to apologise for this and then hate myself for it. i can just be civil. civility is the new black for me
not wearing black all the time
having a new project: constructing an amazing ear-horn for Randolph, curly and coney and with teeth and a tongue
planning all the sweet stuff Im going to make and package and send to people, collecting bits and bobs
being able to spend time by myself again. being able to fiddle around and potter without having to force myself to stop staring at the walls and scratching my skin off and crying. just doing and being without needing effort
feeling like i have everything to do and that not being scary
being able to leave the house without being scared the sky will fall down around me, or the air will suck all the breath out of my lungs and deflate me into a small heap of creep
whether youve made resolutions and what not, or not I hope you feel good about yourselves this year. im going to try and mesh my two personalities together more whilst not getting caught up in any more identity crises, all that bullshit is just an excuse for people to feel superior. or to go a little crazy. i dont need to be any kind of consistent, but if it happens thats ok
going to go and cook, it calms me (unless there are people around, and then it makes me cry)
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You have good hair, a good face and good music taste. Congratulations on them three things. You should be very proud.
Update, i wanna know how things are going this year