All is still in the Tree house - everyone here is dreaming - I do envy them their dreams conscious as I am within this darkest hour - have fallen shamelessly - into the longing arms of your bitter sweet temptations - how can you be so right - and yet so wrong. (ok, ok you are right - how did you guess I had a Roulade - I heard that). I was hoping to conjure up images of moi Saggy - the purple Cardigan wearer extraordinaire - tripping the light fantastic with some dark brooding Heath cliff type - yes alright - you are right - my imagination is far to vivid - I iz a bit worse for wear to be honest - I’m not sure how - but it was very effective and muchley needed this evening. After all - where the heck would a girl of any age find a dark brooding Heath Cliff type in Malpas - or for that matter anywhere in the Port - lets face it the Port hairstyle is mostly Velcro head. No offence to the baldies - one of my best friends is a baldy - that would be Swifty. Thinking about it - aint it funny - how in life the very things you desire the most in life - are just out of reach - be it friends - lovers - pert nipples oh and ofcourse hair. Don’t you hate that - you know when you’re a bit worse for wear - you have a brilliant idea and just when you’re in the centre of explaining it - voila it’s gone. Where do all the good ideas go - is it the same place as the socks - do all the odd socks get lost in the good ideas oooooo I might have hit on something very profound there. Yep - delusion - it’s a many splendid thing - sometimes in life you have to stand up and take the shite that’s coming your way - find your way to the light at the end of the prefer Biel - then there are times - when sinking your head in a vat of sand is the way to go. Which ever gets you through the day is what I say. It matters not which you choose - the world is elliptical.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 02:19:45 +0000
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