A mutual friend messaged me. Said... 'Have you read her journal lately (it's friends only and I'm not, so no - Ed). I think you should get in touch. If she means what she says and you can't forgive her, which would be totally understandable, it would be the biggest shame since romeo and julliet. Because it was real and I saw it and I was more jealous than John Lennon'.
She didn't know she had already got in touch.....
Everyone is telling me to be so cautious and I know why..... I feel it to. But so much of me just wants to tell Captian Sensible and Lord Buzz Killington to FO and D. I've only loved a few women in my life and I would gladly cut off my hand to hold their wounds before thinking I might bleed to death myself... I won't go unarmed, but I cannot guarantee I will not show her a chink in my armour.
I had a chat with Mom on the weekend about love, life and laundry... as you do... she said, 'You two were a team, it's such a shame what happened. If only you'd both met when you were closer to 30, the time might have been right'.
She didn't know she had already got in touch.....
Head fuck. Total head fuck.
I don't know what to do but I cannot help but follow my heart. My self respect wishes of all the time wasted that I had but only found one star as bright.
Went home at the weekend and saw The Secret Machines. They were rockin.
I also got a new t-shirt from Rajeez, who designs for Fish and Flower Designs. It was the first game of rugby he'd ever seen on Saturday, I figured England-Wales is a cultural landmark for Britain he needed to see. He's rockin to.
We lost at the said rugby, but meh, it was a rockin game to watch.
These are some images I have found rockin in the last few days...
I rocked out with some light bulbs last time I was in Birmingham... well. Posed. While playing around with my camera's many functions I have yet to understand or master. Rockin.
