It's been a surprisingly morbid day
with one particular event which lead me to think a lot about the future.
I’ve daydreamed all afternoon about possibilties and situations. They’re not the happiest of thoughts, obviously, but it’s understandable to wonder such things.
My main thought: What if you already the know the person who will be responsible for your death? Then…what if you don’t just know them, not just an aquaintance or someone you see in passing everyday, but a close friend. How would you feel knowing that this person is the reason you’ll leave this life? How would that person feel knowing that they are the one taking it from you? I guess we are better off not knowing.
I admire my little brother right now. He seems to be taking it well, but he did say that it hadn’t sunk in yet, so doesn’t quite believe it.
I just hope he knows I’ll be here when it does.
This is my face…right now.
You haven’t seen it in a while, maybe that’s a good thing…
but I am bored, so there you go.
I sit in a darkened room a lot of the time…I think I need better lightbulbs.
Samantha
I can see you liking my posts like a dashboard creeper…
but I can also see that you’re listening to Beyonce.
Offline super spy?
Oh yes.
I feel so much better
after that nap
Happy me has returned…well, kind of.
I have the smile, the smile is on my face…but the last thing I remember before waking up, was that I was hanged. Yeah…hanged. That was quite vivid.
It’s not the kind of thing I’d like to dream about a lot.
Where’s the dream dictionary?
I think I’m going to look that up.
UmbrellaDays likes umbrella days
…not today she doesn’t.
Not when it’s pissing down with rain and
I have a million slow people to weave around in the street.
I am the fucking grinch today, give me a week…and I’ll be all ready to look forward to christmas, but not right now. Not in this weather, with hardly any sleep and a mission to complete. I cannot function properly. Although, the jazz playing in Clinton Cards made me a bit jolly as I waited to pay for one sheet of birthday wrapping paper for 15mins. I stood there and imagined myself throwing £1.50 at those dear young ladies and running out the door shouting ‘keep the receipt!’ in the most upbeat way possible.
‘Tis the season.
Sigh. I’m hungry…and tired. I need a nap.
Rebecca will have a smile in about 2 hours, see you then.
Sam - Hannibal Rising is on tonight!!
I’m going to stare at the fit young cannibal. x
Me - Is it!?
I’m going to marry Gaspard Ulliel one day…I just hope he doesn’t eat me.
Well, maybe a nibble…that might be nice. x
This afternoon when I woke up
I was greeted by Sir Cliff Richard
singing Mistletoe & Wine at me from the living room.
I thought I had overslept in to mid-December. I was so confused.
So I went to check if it was actually the day after yesterday, complained about the music choice and then returned to bed to watch Free Willy.
Merry Christmas
