May 2011
In actuality I’m dating someone whose both beautiful and has an amazing personality, so I win.
But if I had to choose, it’s personality all the way.
And recently I’ve become more and more curious about things, like, anything really. I just read up on the TARDIS and sonic screwdriver and The Doctor in general, as well as biological mutations such as sickle cell disease, and my illness CAH. I want to know things.
And within ten minutes of being back I had scrambled eggs and beans on toast ready and waiting. The good times are good.
Gogi berries and macadamia nuts. Fuck you pineapple, I hate you.
And freaking loving it.
In no real order:
1. Wonder what this does?
2. I could fix that, I might actually try.
3. I wonder how home is?
4. Wonder what Charli’s up to?
5. My friends and how I miss them.
6. Drawdrawdrawdrawdrawdrawdrawdraw.
7. Why did I come in here again?
“Because younger people, my children, steal the future! By changing language. Everything I relied on. How can you expect to feel you know what’s going on when you walk down the street and your children say ‘Oh, look at that church, it’s so random’? What, is it moving? What do you mean? It’s a…
And the damned fire alarm has set off AGAIN. 4 hours apart. If it goes off at 7 I’m going next door and tearing the ruddy thing off the ceiling myself. Any other time as well for that fact, I’m not just super angry at 7am. Just highly drowsy.






