split ends.

i wish my hair was better. more like the above maybe.

all time low.

i can run. but i can't hide from this one.
quite bad.

i didn't mean to disappoint you. i'm just sorry that i did.

really old polaroid.  re-presented. recently.

get over it.

i'm not in love with you.  we just kissed one time. 
or two.

its quite annoying that

i liked street drinking with you and that i lost my nose stud when we made out. 
also that i lost my purse on the bus on the way home.  but an honest person found it and made getting it back to me, their sunday mission.  very lucky.  too lucky.  must.  must be more careful.

('i liked street drinking with you, i lost my nose stud when we made out' - mixed media illustration steal it and i will cut you)

i take back every word i said.

future forecast.

yesterday, quite randomly, i had a 'reading' by a clairvoyant type, someone my mum knows but apparently doesn't know anything about me so wasn't influenced as it were.  for the record i didn't ask for this 'reading' either she just started telling me things and in the words Tim Westwood she 'dropped bombs' one 'bomb' in particular - apparently there's unfinished business with the ex boy.  she said his name, told me his profession and some other basic things about him; she didn't know exactly what the history was.  but when i filled her in that he was quite a prolific ex, she began to go on about how there was unfinished business and how it wasn't over, she also knew he was currently with someone else but that it is 'temporary and will pass'.
(that bit could be true, i mean his new girl might be 4 years my junior - better, she's no girl and the party fun times)!
she then went on to mention an 'Andrew': who he is or when i'll meet him wasn't specified but apparently i will have to choose between him and the ex boy.
how dramatic perhaps the ex boy is gonna crash mine and Andy's wedding and i'll have the decide at the altar.

or not. because this is probably all nonsense.

also apparently i'm going to have my own business.

watch this space mother fuckers.