________forever amore_______

hectic as day.

woke up. walked dog. ate breakfast. invoice. photos. forms. super annuation. text. fb. blog.

now its. copy cd. burn photos. morning tea. relax. ready for work. work. dinner. sleep? or homework.

london bridge is falling down

london. you will love me.

and in turn ill give you everything you can possibly take from me.

call me naive. but this is what the perfect boy is.

shaved head or something rebellious.

big black boots and tight ben shermans.

tatts. as pointless and childlike as my own.

never short of a big fat fuck you.

a mixture of dirt, smoke, beer and soap. the perfect smell

and down right badly behaved attitude.

i want to fall in love with the guy i can never bring home.

built up.

its taken me oh-so long to finally write.
i cant quite understand why it took me so long to express again.

nothing felt worth saying.
perhaps it was because i was preoccupied lying, rather than talking about it.

anyway here it is. a continuance.
i dont want a fresh start, i enjoy picking up where i left, with my knowledge and experience.

anywho. pressing news just in, im getting inked.

so get out the camera's and get invading my privacy.

a little egyptian symbol, Shen.

snapshot.

captured moment. not a second to soon. leave it to late and you'll forever wish.

kick start.

why do i always think its first week back when im well into my second week of uni.

probably irrelevant.

im kicked this blog in its privates and let it wince for a few weeks.

nothing has inspired me.
im far to busy for this nonsense.

but uni is back so i have lots of spare time.

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ive had a call of the wild.

i want to run around with feathers on my head

and just be a brat.

reflection.

nostalgic past. winter blues.
how does one more forward without the presence of you.

i'm in an awful mix of emotion.
i dont know what i want to do or how i want to do it.
i enjoyed putting my party pants on for a bit.

didnt really solve the problem.
ive been so sick.
i barely notice it anymore.

no biggie babes.

Its been a fair crazy month or so of shananigans.
there have been nights i really shouldn't have had.

and plently of mornings i never wanted to end.

best thing about re-finding my trash bag is the slow and humiliating retracing of my steps the day and sometimes week afterwards.

i cant remember where i even left off. its been a hectic month.

there was madame m's 18th. werd.

waking up in a bed that wasn't mine was special.

retracing the fact that i'd commited all sorts of bad was even more so.

lucky all parties were of consenting age, and no friendships were burned.

then there was my birthday.

i visited my winter boyfriend. i ate ALOT of maccas. A boy made me cry in public.

I wore a pretty dress. and of course there was drama.

here's a few happy snaps from the past few months.