February 2012
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18.02.2012. Finally home after dealing with librarians and Waterstones’ general assistants on power trips. Whilst waiting for the bus (that never came), i managed to catch a glimpse of an LFW attendee topple over, in the rain, face first, on her all black JC Nightwalks. Would’ve felt sorry for her had my emotions not been preoccupied with jealously. Then, an old man caught me singing...
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And I want to walk all over you like a floorboard. And I want to lie like a politician. And I want to do those things your friends do. And I want to be just like them.
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15.02.2012. Funny how something so trivial can seriously illuminate how unhappy with just about everything you really are. I wish this illness would leave as feeling like i have a mild disease is notoriously making everything seem a million times worse than it is. I’ve taken the day off uni to be productive but now i’m realising it’s more just to roll around in my own self-pity....
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Desperate post about how good my Valentines Day was when everyone knows I spent it crying into chocolate and watching Ryan Gosling films.
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emmagriffin:
i dont do valentines day really but if someone wants to drop a mulberry bag off to me at my flat tomorrow i wouldnt mind.
My sentiments exactly.
13.02.2012. This weekend has been the best in awhile, reinvoked my love for UK bassline & cringe-inducing garage, drank too many beerz and destroyed so much bacon it’s vomit-inducing. I’m still ill so Lemsip is still my main man, which is ultimately fine considering it’s Valentines Day tomorrow - at least my sinuses and I won’t be alone. I have a ‘To Do’...
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If you willingly go back to your cheating ex-boyfriend for the fourth time with open arms, i’m pretty sure that at that exact moment, your right to listen to any Beyonce or Destiny’s Child record just became blasphemy.
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08.02.2012. Of course the only day i’ve woken up late this academic year would be the day i need to attend a lecture worth 30% of my degree. It’s fine. Spent the day watching Samuel Beckett plays and cursing the day BlackBerry alarm clocks and their ridiculous temperaments were made whilst devouring as many triple chocolate cookies as i can get my hands on. It’s fine.
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Seeing too many people that look like people that I don’t want to see.
January 2012
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I swear that AD has this innate ability to tell when i’m overrun with work and stressed and sends me these little gem-sized messages like, “Pittabreds you tropical delight, you deserve to hold the hands of a pretty Spanish man and be looked after”. Everyone should have an Andrew. Big love.
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Sleep because i’m fed up of uni work, dream about uni work, get up, tea, uni work. Repeat.
I have just sobbed so hard at Birdsong that i’ve given myself a headache. What has happened to my life.
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