What I wouldn't do for some air con..
Today I have been anonymously browsing through Friends Reunited trying to find out what my old school companions are doing these days. As some of you may know, I have a very bad habit of burning bridges almost as soon as I establish them, so old ties in my life are almost non-existant. This means I have not a fucking clue what any of those people are up to. Truth be told - mostly I don't really give a crap. I'm trying to be a 'live in the moment' type of girl without need for ties that bind. In reality this attitude will probably see me old lonely and curmudgeonly, whiling away my twilight years and eating large servings of humble pie as I rely on my dog to bring me fresh water from the toilet bowl. This is what happens when you sever ties and the carer refuses to come back because you are such a weird bitter and introverted old lady. Ahh, the future looks bright and shining from here.
Aside from that - Fuck it's hot in here! My bedroom is like a sauna - so steamy I could grow tropical flowers in here, my own little greenhouse. London is experiencing a heatwave. Mayor warns of death due to extremes of heat? What a load of arse, are we really such a big collective of losers that we wilt and die when the temperature hits 30C? Apparently so.. Having said that, I did sleep with a wet towel draped across my head last night. If I could bring myself to sleep in something less a three piece suit I'm certain I would be much more comfortable - but that just throws up another raft of issues - I can't sleep securely if I am anything less than fully attired. Me, neurotic? Never!
So, what's new? Excite me - I'm bored.
As of next week I finally depart the world of books. Took me a fucking long while to make the break, but I was in danger of being lost for good under a dusty pile of ex new releases with a shelf life shorter than that of a reality TV 'star'.
Aside from that - Fuck it's hot in here! My bedroom is like a sauna - so steamy I could grow tropical flowers in here, my own little greenhouse. London is experiencing a heatwave. Mayor warns of death due to extremes of heat? What a load of arse, are we really such a big collective of losers that we wilt and die when the temperature hits 30C? Apparently so.. Having said that, I did sleep with a wet towel draped across my head last night. If I could bring myself to sleep in something less a three piece suit I'm certain I would be much more comfortable - but that just throws up another raft of issues - I can't sleep securely if I am anything less than fully attired. Me, neurotic? Never!
So, what's new? Excite me - I'm bored.
As of next week I finally depart the world of books. Took me a fucking long while to make the break, but I was in danger of being lost for good under a dusty pile of ex new releases with a shelf life shorter than that of a reality TV 'star'.