Disgustingly busy week at work is balanced out by Birthday celebrations next week. This time in the next two months I’ll be moving house again but this time living by myself; the future is fast. For now I’m starting the days with gingerbread lattes and climaxing with hangovers, the time to be free and drink doubles. I’ll win the jackpot on the Euromillions next week, do you want anything?
Drunk impulse buying is the worst. Next week graduation and Warehouse Project, until then I work, eat and sleep; simultaneously…
fri: hot love
junk junk//beans beanz beanos
Last few weeks have been proper weird; the weirdest of my life. Everything I could of wished for yet completely the antithesis happened in elliptical patterns. Simultaneously in transit. I’m unsure of being unsure. Lou Reed calls it a satellite, I have no reason to disagree. Now that my goals are transparent, (not that I’ve drank too much of a mixture of Gin as well as Guinness) I feel like soap, soap in the good way.