A few small ones from yesterday-day/afternoon/evening/night.
I feel dead behind the eyes after a night heavy with bad dreams.
I’m just going to say it.
I want the moon.
I want it.
I want to own it.
I haven’t the space for it. I wouldn’t have anywhere to keep it.
I could make room though, perhaps. I could try.
You know, throw some old shit away. Things that I don’t need anymore. Like my Mexican hat and my tank top with painted on breasts. In hindsight I never really needed either of those in the first place. Flippant impulse purchases. Buys with no soul.
But the moon…
I need it..
It is so beautiful and it shines brighter in that deep, deep dark navy sky than any star.
If I had it I wouldn’t need anything else. Just me and you.
The moon and me.
I don’t feel that it is asking too much.
She’s a bit of a munter. I started with the face first. Bless her. I hate to leave anything unfinished.
Please excuse the big stinking close up of my face. I bought a shiny super exciting new Illamasqua lipstick when I was in London last week and it’d kill me to not show it off. I BLOODY LOVE IT.
I’m spending the afternoon sat in bed with my sister watching Moulin Rouge. Again. If I were to hazard a guess I’d say I’ve seen this film …erm… 40 times? And I’d happily watch it another 40. I will never get bored of it.
I’m going for a full on emotional breakdown because afterward we’re going to watch Romeo and Juliet. It gets me every single time. I sniffle and snot and bawl my eyeballs out of my head.
“Mixed emotions” size – whatever 4 pieces of A4 paper stuck together with masking tape is..
Can you tell who it is..?
It’s probably a bit strange that I draw so many photos of myself. I’m probably a bit strange.
I’m not really sure what the style of this would be called. It reminds me of a cheesy early 90′s post for a nail salon or an advert for hair crimpers.
My phone tried it’s very best then to turn ‘crimpers’ into ‘crumpets.’ Hair crumpets. Mmm crumpets. Gosh that is just all I can think about now. Buttery holey blobs of bread-like happiness.
I will marry the next person to bring me crumpets.
Hiya! How is everyone bloody doing today?
Yeah, I’m alright thank you. Why is it only Thursday? Why would you ruin my life like that? Why would you be so unnecessarily cruel? What have I ever done to you that would warrant this level of cruelty? I thought we were friends? Was I wrong? I think I must have been wrong. I’ve clearly been mistaken. Look, if it has to be this way I think it’s probably for the best if we never have anything to do with each other ever again. If we pass in the street, we can pretend we don’t know each other. If people ask me how you are doing I can shrug and say I haven’t a clue what they are talking about. And I won’t know. I won’t. I won’t even check your Twitter anymore. So I might get drunk some times and leave abusive voicemail messages just to show …how little… I care. That time I got your name tattooed on my face in a big love heart? I’ll cover it up with a plaster a bit like Nelly in his old music videos. Yeah, I know that ‘trend’ didn’t happen… But I’ll make another go of it. I’ll see if it’s Second Time Around lucky.
…have a beautiful day guys.