bah, Ive just woken up... to a suburban dream
Oh yes...and I no longer want to die.
I'd miss the smell of snap-dragons,and the sound of my breathing when I jog...and the pervert by the tennis courts, 'Perver Ted'...and daisies,and flowers,and kittens and rainbows...and seeing magpies eat dog poo.
Something has happened to me lately...
Maybe I've just grown up.
Or maybe Ive learned to be shallow...or maybe I'm just cheerful because my crazy ex jumped off a roof yesterday and broke both his ankles.
But I feel better.
And since Ive made enough money to escape, I'm escaping.
Going with Louisa to Paris in August,for an indefinate amount of time,to live off bread rolls and offensive smells.
It is deflating to suddenly realise exactly how your future is shaped for the next 10 years...but I'm just relieved to know I'll have enough money to afford a pond....and though I'll more than likely never marry,and am sure to become one of those oddly child-like wizened old women who sleep with their dogs,I wouldnt mind living three doors down from someone I admire and occasionally stealing their undies off the washing line.
So stuff being a pop-star, I'm going to have a wild life garden instead and give small tours of it to the mentally ill.
I really must go back to bed,I'm simply embarrassing myself now.
*sigh*
thankyou, National college of arse-hole and design.
I'd miss the smell of snap-dragons,and the sound of my breathing when I jog...and the pervert by the tennis courts, 'Perver Ted'...and daisies,and flowers,and kittens and rainbows...and seeing magpies eat dog poo.
Something has happened to me lately...
Maybe I've just grown up.
Or maybe Ive learned to be shallow...or maybe I'm just cheerful because my crazy ex jumped off a roof yesterday and broke both his ankles.
But I feel better.
And since Ive made enough money to escape, I'm escaping.
Going with Louisa to Paris in August,for an indefinate amount of time,to live off bread rolls and offensive smells.
It is deflating to suddenly realise exactly how your future is shaped for the next 10 years...but I'm just relieved to know I'll have enough money to afford a pond....and though I'll more than likely never marry,and am sure to become one of those oddly child-like wizened old women who sleep with their dogs,I wouldnt mind living three doors down from someone I admire and occasionally stealing their undies off the washing line.
So stuff being a pop-star, I'm going to have a wild life garden instead and give small tours of it to the mentally ill.
I really must go back to bed,I'm simply embarrassing myself now.
*sigh*
thankyou, National college of arse-hole and design.