Dark.

Cliché but apt; life is indeed, too short.

23 *sigh.

       Lot’s of birthday treats!*

*Yes, that is a shrimp cleaning my finger nails. CUTE!

Where are we?.

Even the most morbid of holiday towns have interesting subjects.

Haze.

The title of this post is pretty much what life feels like to me at the minute; I’m working, spending all my money on useless possessions and twiddling my thumbs (and toes) waiting for something worthwhile to happen..and of course I myself can only make things happen. The days are long and filled with a haze of uncertainty, I’m not happy where I am but I don’t how to escape. The only thing keeping me remotely sane is the good friends that surround me.

Hm, It’s like one of those tremendously difficult maths equations that delays the completion of your entire assignment. Mind you…I’m not entirely sure what that equation was to begin with or how to figure it out when I finally do know.

Thank god for music, that’s all I’ll say…Oh and really cool Swedish kids from the 70’s. I wish I smoked this much and rode motorcycles when I was 12…actually I’d probably be dead by now. Ho hum.

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Little box of treasures.

 

I wasn’t going to update today but I have been clearing out the black holes that are my cupboards and discovered my big box of happy crap I’ve collected over the years.

1) Other boys’ sweatbands – it was compulsory at school/ college to pilfer a boys wrist wear if you intended on courting them. Sadly I have only a few, some are far too tatty and disgusting to show on here..I should probably throw them out?

2) Worry dolls – tell them your concerns and they’ll magically transform your life for the better via mythical powers (I actually thought this would get me a boyfriend *sigh). Apparently if you ‘anger’ these little woven people..they kill your family or something? hmm.

3) Little tiny horse that I spent a sufficient amount of time excavating from the centre of the rather large rubber bouncy ball during a very boring assembly. I really should of concentrated more at school.

4) Aaah love letters, a box of happy crap isn’t complete without the odd love letter.

5) 2 Dollars from my first trip to America (LA). The only 2 I have left from my 5 day adventure in Hollywood, the rest were spent on T-shirts I couldn’t buy here in England and limited edition Vans (as many as I could fit in a suitcase) from a very cool skate shop on Hollywood Boulevard.  Tisk tisk.

6) The ticket stub from my very first gig at Rock City; no it’s not a really cool band like the rolling stones..it is in fact Bowling for soup, what a freaking loser.

7) Not really from my crap box but instead next to it..my fathers camera he received on his 21st birthday which I am going to fix up and take some amazing snaps with to show YOU people.

LOVE!

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