Ok. So for those of you who didn't know my hair is no longer blonde. It hasn't been blonde for almost 2 months now, but i've not exactly been a good updater-er of late and my digital camera is broken, so i've only just updated my profile pic (courtesy of CrackHeidi).
I want a Dymo label maker. I need one. I will label you, and your little dog too. I made a yellow label on Saturday on a friend's, and it's pretty much all i've been thinking about since.
I've re-scheduled my life so that I have more time. I never seem to have time to read or peruse the internet or write. I don't write anymore. There used to be a time when I couldn't go six hours without writing, but I stopped, and I didn't start because I was too scared.
The thing with writing is that you make your own sense of your nonsense. Dramatise your mundane loop of life. Lace subletly into the loud and chaotic. Torture yourself with things you should try to forget. Writing made me better and worse, indifferent and obsessed, and I want that back again. So I might make use of that beautiful black fineliner I stole from work at last.
I'm going to a Halloween party on Saturday. No idea what i'm going as, although my wardrobe facilitates sailor-style quite well. I'd have to be an undead sailor though. Clearly. Or a stealth ninja. I'll give it some more thought in my free-time this week.
In other news, my photography course is going well. It always goes too quickly, and I never get enough done. I'm not taking any film to develop this week, so that I can concentrate on getting some prints.
And to finish the entry, i've just spent another wonderful weekend with my girl. We went shopping yesterday to get her some new stuff with her first pay-cheque. She got lots of pretty things, my favourite of which was this purple woolly hat which she looks cute as hell in. She has some new jeans which her ass looks amazing in, and I may have made her buy some awesome trainers. Let's just say that the 'little voice in your ear' took on human form.
She shouted me a Subway (with every conceivable bit of salad on it, except cucumber - boy do I hate cucumber), before we went to the Electric Cinema to see Broken Flowers. I thought it was very good - charming and subtle. However, if you're not a fan of open-endings I would suggest you avoid it.
It was raining when we left to go home, and someone got crabby cause she was tired and cold and itchy (eczema is ruining my life and shortening my already-tiny fuse by the second). Someone threw a skin-irritation-induced temper tantrum when they got home, and a special someone made her calm and held her to sleep. I really love this special someone. Now that she's gone home I really miss her. The weeks are so slow and the weekends go so quickly. It's all back-to-front.
Next weekend my parents go away and we're both taking Monday and Tuesday off work, so we get to spend more than one whole day and night together. This makes me happy. She makes me happy. We make me happy.
I do hope that everyone else is at least 34 percent happy xXx
I want a Dymo label maker. I need one. I will label you, and your little dog too. I made a yellow label on Saturday on a friend's, and it's pretty much all i've been thinking about since.
I've re-scheduled my life so that I have more time. I never seem to have time to read or peruse the internet or write. I don't write anymore. There used to be a time when I couldn't go six hours without writing, but I stopped, and I didn't start because I was too scared.
The thing with writing is that you make your own sense of your nonsense. Dramatise your mundane loop of life. Lace subletly into the loud and chaotic. Torture yourself with things you should try to forget. Writing made me better and worse, indifferent and obsessed, and I want that back again. So I might make use of that beautiful black fineliner I stole from work at last.
I'm going to a Halloween party on Saturday. No idea what i'm going as, although my wardrobe facilitates sailor-style quite well. I'd have to be an undead sailor though. Clearly. Or a stealth ninja. I'll give it some more thought in my free-time this week.
In other news, my photography course is going well. It always goes too quickly, and I never get enough done. I'm not taking any film to develop this week, so that I can concentrate on getting some prints.
And to finish the entry, i've just spent another wonderful weekend with my girl. We went shopping yesterday to get her some new stuff with her first pay-cheque. She got lots of pretty things, my favourite of which was this purple woolly hat which she looks cute as hell in. She has some new jeans which her ass looks amazing in, and I may have made her buy some awesome trainers. Let's just say that the 'little voice in your ear' took on human form.
She shouted me a Subway (with every conceivable bit of salad on it, except cucumber - boy do I hate cucumber), before we went to the Electric Cinema to see Broken Flowers. I thought it was very good - charming and subtle. However, if you're not a fan of open-endings I would suggest you avoid it.
It was raining when we left to go home, and someone got crabby cause she was tired and cold and itchy (eczema is ruining my life and shortening my already-tiny fuse by the second). Someone threw a skin-irritation-induced temper tantrum when they got home, and a special someone made her calm and held her to sleep. I really love this special someone. Now that she's gone home I really miss her. The weeks are so slow and the weekends go so quickly. It's all back-to-front.
Next weekend my parents go away and we're both taking Monday and Tuesday off work, so we get to spend more than one whole day and night together. This makes me happy. She makes me happy. We make me happy.
I do hope that everyone else is at least 34 percent happy xXx
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