poppystrike

I'm ok kids.

My Grandma ain't so grand, but she's stable and in high spirits which is the main thing. She needs a double, possibly triple-heart-bypass. It's not as scary as it sounds, my Dad was playing football on Sunday with a guy that had one a year ago. Although my Grandma has never been one for team sports.

Anyway. That's crap and all, but everything else is peachy. It's a fucking beautiful summer, with glorious days and sweltering nights. Or the other way around depending on company .

I really miss Frankie and Uncle Matt. We are going to Derby Tattoo Convention this weekend, so I get to spend plenty of time with them and see my little tattooing goddess in action. I have missed them muchly over the last week or so.

I have to go swimming soon. If I could dive out of my window right now I would. Last summer seems like an eternity. I think my life has changed in every possible way since then. I've had my heart broken, my studies collapse, and my mind try to implode and kill me.

*But to quote Elton John...

I'm still standing, better than I ever did. Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid.

So next time you feel like knocking me down - whoever you may be - you just fucking remember that i'm going 30 miles an hour down a hill on my long-board. Kabamm! I might cut my knee and shit, but there's plenty more hill left to ride. And you'll have no knee-caps so there.

And enough of the womens magazine philosophy.

But I kinda like me, and fuck you if you don't xXx

PS. 12 days .