girl and the party

home town bound.

i always forget about how pretty home is.

eyes wide. shut.

i got some bins finally. and i can mother fucking see stuff. it's incredible. i've been missing out on some good things. like detail, facial expressions and everyday life for a long time.

quite a lot of mad things have happened to me recently.

and it's made me quiet. i'm mostly sorry at myself for that.

street sitting. street drinking.

keeping it forever classy at Hackney Wick-ed.

the stench of ck one makes me want to be sick.

just saying.

to have. and. to hold.

stunning.

i'm not the relationship type let alone marriage. but the Givenchy couture gowns make me wanna get dressed up and march down the aisle with the next boy that even looks at me.

dream girls.

keeping it casual, some inspiration for a saturday night raving taken from the Dior couture show. lol.

the boy said to the girl.

'don't you ever get bored of partying'

no.

crush.

i heart freja for chanel.

i want to be a cat. i want to wear chanel. i want to look like freja.

i don't want much.

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.

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.

what it says.

yeah i do xx

('i think you are WOW' - mixed media illustration steal it and i will cut you)

don't you want to kiss me.