Got this endless itch to ride, Into the night.
Still no job and no money. Probably back in Coventry until mid-January? How does one expect to get through Christmas? Why drink of course. Drink and food and smoking until my eyes pop out. Fuck being good, I haven't the patience for it.
THE BALL is back in all of our lifes and we're all very sorry for this.
A few months ago, I made a friend who had a boyfriend. They broke up, and the friend started getting over friendly with me. I thought this boy rather nice and sweet and fun, and wanted to be his friend fo' sho' as all those hipperty-hopperty people say. However I was rather aware of how he was NOT over his ex boyfriend despite his protestations to the contrary. How many times can someone bring up 'my ex boyfriend tom' or 'i don't want to run into tom' or 'oh no tom might be there' before you get suspicious. Anyway, I did my best to make it plain and simple I just wanted to remain on friendly terms, and the boy pretty much then blanked me. It seems if you don't put out, you don't get bupkiss. Anyway, the point of this story is that he is now back with his ex boyfriend, the one he was 'so over', who cheated on him several times, lied to him and stole from him. For once I may have made the right decision. FANTASTIC.
It's a shame about all my other decisions of the past few months though really.
I'm currently reading The Last Awful by Carrie Fisher, all about her battle with drugs and mental problems and it's quite a turn on in a way it shouldn't be. It reminds me of a few years ago when I felt like if I carried on burning I would be all burnt out. But now my life is quiet and lonely. and I need to change that.
Grab, smash, bang, fuck, inhale, drink, love, HATE and do it over and over until things make some sense or you're too strung out to care.
Tralala was a badhead girl.
THE BALL is back in all of our lifes and we're all very sorry for this.
A few months ago, I made a friend who had a boyfriend. They broke up, and the friend started getting over friendly with me. I thought this boy rather nice and sweet and fun, and wanted to be his friend fo' sho' as all those hipperty-hopperty people say. However I was rather aware of how he was NOT over his ex boyfriend despite his protestations to the contrary. How many times can someone bring up 'my ex boyfriend tom' or 'i don't want to run into tom' or 'oh no tom might be there' before you get suspicious. Anyway, I did my best to make it plain and simple I just wanted to remain on friendly terms, and the boy pretty much then blanked me. It seems if you don't put out, you don't get bupkiss. Anyway, the point of this story is that he is now back with his ex boyfriend, the one he was 'so over', who cheated on him several times, lied to him and stole from him. For once I may have made the right decision. FANTASTIC.
It's a shame about all my other decisions of the past few months though really.
I'm currently reading The Last Awful by Carrie Fisher, all about her battle with drugs and mental problems and it's quite a turn on in a way it shouldn't be. It reminds me of a few years ago when I felt like if I carried on burning I would be all burnt out. But now my life is quiet and lonely. and I need to change that.
Grab, smash, bang, fuck, inhale, drink, love, HATE and do it over and over until things make some sense or you're too strung out to care.
Tralala was a badhead girl.