Guten morgen mein lieblingsfreunds.
A greeting in German isn't especially appropriate, given that i'm off to Svenska tomorrow (well tonight technically). I am VERY excited. It is one of my favourite places in the world. I intend to go across to Copenhagen to visit an amazing photography exhibition just outside of the city, go horseriding in the dark, hang out at the Arabic school my friend teaches and be treated like the cool English girl that i'm not, oh and go to a cultured little gathering of Swedish friends. Last time we made gingerbread and truffles. It's below freezing there and there was enough snow today to go sledging. God bless Ryan Air and their bargain fares. Makes international travel a breeze for the unemployed who still swipe their student loans and make use of the interest free overdraft.
In other news, disaster has struck. To those of you that know her, Lady Bec is essentially defined by her drunkenness and highness and coffee drinking. All of the above she takes the greatest of pleasure in. Today brings the sad departure of the substance abusing little scamp we mostly know but few love. Yes. Bec is no more. Not as you know her...
** I HAVE TO GO EDGE **
I am truly upset. It's for the best cause I need to sort myself out and allow my meds to work without interruption, but it sucks. So I think i'm headed for a long and boring couple of months. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against those who don't drink / do drugs, it's just that I fucking love it. Doctors orders. I can't afford for this not to work out. Really. It might be the flat tyre that causes the car to roll. Thankfully, after some bargaining, I politely explained that if I had to give up all drink/drugs/caffeine I was damn well gonna be allowed cigarettes. I see 40 a day creeping up on me...
Another factual and not emo post. Wow. I astound myself.
I wish all a weekend showered in Honey and Nut Bite-size Weetabix because they are SO good they make me want to fill my house with them xXx
PS. There's a girl I love who lives under my bed and I feed her chicken and when she has six carcasses Valerie makes her throw them out. Shhh.
And I is a Princess of Chaos
A greeting in German isn't especially appropriate, given that i'm off to Svenska tomorrow (well tonight technically). I am VERY excited. It is one of my favourite places in the world. I intend to go across to Copenhagen to visit an amazing photography exhibition just outside of the city, go horseriding in the dark, hang out at the Arabic school my friend teaches and be treated like the cool English girl that i'm not, oh and go to a cultured little gathering of Swedish friends. Last time we made gingerbread and truffles. It's below freezing there and there was enough snow today to go sledging. God bless Ryan Air and their bargain fares. Makes international travel a breeze for the unemployed who still swipe their student loans and make use of the interest free overdraft.
In other news, disaster has struck. To those of you that know her, Lady Bec is essentially defined by her drunkenness and highness and coffee drinking. All of the above she takes the greatest of pleasure in. Today brings the sad departure of the substance abusing little scamp we mostly know but few love. Yes. Bec is no more. Not as you know her...
** I HAVE TO GO EDGE **
I am truly upset. It's for the best cause I need to sort myself out and allow my meds to work without interruption, but it sucks. So I think i'm headed for a long and boring couple of months. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against those who don't drink / do drugs, it's just that I fucking love it. Doctors orders. I can't afford for this not to work out. Really. It might be the flat tyre that causes the car to roll. Thankfully, after some bargaining, I politely explained that if I had to give up all drink/drugs/caffeine I was damn well gonna be allowed cigarettes. I see 40 a day creeping up on me...
Another factual and not emo post. Wow. I astound myself.
I wish all a weekend showered in Honey and Nut Bite-size Weetabix because they are SO good they make me want to fill my house with them xXx
PS. There's a girl I love who lives under my bed and I feed her chicken and when she has six carcasses Valerie makes her throw them out. Shhh.
And I is a Princess of Chaos
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Anyway going straight might do you some good I wont be able to smoke for months now but that doesn't bother me much but fags hmmm can't do without! speak to u when u get bk
oh wait..
that was me wasnt it..
hours and hours and hours til friday.
can u feed my ego a little because its starving in a cage with one small light beam filtering thru a hole a mouse escaped form last year.
fuck.
Meh.
xX