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I feel so much better now that my spine is agreeing with the fact that we have to get over this no matter what because whats the point in wasting time.
Currently we are staying with our friend Jim... you might know the fellow. Anyway... he lives on a fucking BOAT. On Canary Wharf. And its really amazing sleeping on a boat. Yesterday we went to both of the tates and that was pretty cool. There was a heap of stuff that I hadnt seemed to catch before. Awesome. I need to be drunk right now instead of pepped up on this stupid drowsy like sugar high that doesnt do anything for the head. Today we are going to brick lane and checking out the outdoor installations and all that jazz. Just wasting it til thursday pretty much. I have no idea where we are going after venizia.
Its been extremely frustrating not being able to listen to music. Its beginning to drive me insane. Not only that, but the fact that I cant play music. Or really have anything to do with it. Get over it! Hah. I'm worrying whether my head is even screwed on. If you know what I mean. Screwed. On. Its probably also the fact that I worry too much about all that trivial bullshit that nobody should care about. At all. Or maybe its not me worrying about it but the fact that if I upset someone else about it... oooooh now its all just riddles. I miss Imogen. And Pippa. And everyone. Lets just slow down sarah. Sit down and shutup. Punk rock has become non existent to me. I've lost too much hope in this. I need something re-assuring, but it never seems to come. I dont have the time to talk to you sarah. Thankyou.
Someone goddamn send me some interesting news. Anything.
xo
Currently we are staying with our friend Jim... you might know the fellow. Anyway... he lives on a fucking BOAT. On Canary Wharf. And its really amazing sleeping on a boat. Yesterday we went to both of the tates and that was pretty cool. There was a heap of stuff that I hadnt seemed to catch before. Awesome. I need to be drunk right now instead of pepped up on this stupid drowsy like sugar high that doesnt do anything for the head. Today we are going to brick lane and checking out the outdoor installations and all that jazz. Just wasting it til thursday pretty much. I have no idea where we are going after venizia.
Its been extremely frustrating not being able to listen to music. Its beginning to drive me insane. Not only that, but the fact that I cant play music. Or really have anything to do with it. Get over it! Hah. I'm worrying whether my head is even screwed on. If you know what I mean. Screwed. On. Its probably also the fact that I worry too much about all that trivial bullshit that nobody should care about. At all. Or maybe its not me worrying about it but the fact that if I upset someone else about it... oooooh now its all just riddles. I miss Imogen. And Pippa. And everyone. Lets just slow down sarah. Sit down and shutup. Punk rock has become non existent to me. I've lost too much hope in this. I need something re-assuring, but it never seems to come. I dont have the time to talk to you sarah. Thankyou.
Someone goddamn send me some interesting news. Anything.
xo