Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Needles and hips

I went into hospital today for a basic scan on my baddie hip and ended up having a large, nasty looking needle wedged into it twisted about a bit then pulled back out. It was unexpected and bloody horrible. I wouldn't mind if they had told me before hand but they just said a scan.
Meany doctors, now its 7.15 in the evening and I am already in bed cause I can't be bothered to try get comfy on the sofa just to have to hurt again to get up the stairs.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

9 wheels is too many

I have many beautiful friends.
I love them and appreciate all the things they do for me.
Yet more recently I am getting more and more lonely the more time I spend with them as they are all coupled off and I'm left wondering when my own personal Batman will drop in and save me, (grappling hook and all) I'm left wondering if there is something just too odd about me.
I can do what I want when I want without having to let someone know, I can look around and make new friends and not have to worry about reassuring anyone that they aren't trying to screw me.
But I can't curl up in bed and have a lovely cuddle with a movie, or have that little reassurance that someone will hold my hand and ward off all the creepy perverts that happen to lurk around my local, even someone to kiss me on the head and tell me I will be okay.
Now I feel just mean to be venting like bitching about the few people in this world that can hold me up when I feel like there is no reason to get up in the morning.
Is loneliness a gift or is it a curse?

Monday, 15 August 2011

Festival Time

I have just got back from Boardmasters festival in Newquay. It was amazing, I saw some bands I love (Skints, Twin Atlantic and Skindred), some I've never heard of (Bombay Bicycle Club) and some that don't interest me but were amazing live anyway (Fat Boy Slim, Charlie Simpson and Subfocus). I got to spend almost a week surrounded by complete strangers aswell as a small group of 8 beautiful friends. I got married at a fake Gypsy wedding ceremony to two of my best Ladies, and their boyfriends got married too. Made friends with some nonce police.
Thank you Cath, Pav, Alex, Ells, Biffy and Zach for an awesome weekend.
Love you =] xxx

Sunday, 7 August 2011

Dreams you don't want to wake from

I was having the most beautiful dream with witches and a prince and flying houses and such, it was like a fairy tale gone a little wrong, but I had to wake up and go to work. It ruined my day before it had even really started. This was the first time since I can remember that I haven't had brutal nightmares that force me to wake up in tears, scared to fall back asleep. It was so real that I felt like I had spent the night running from dragons and fighting through invisible forcefields to rescue a really hot prince from the dungeons where he was experimented on because of his awesome magickal talents! It was the most fun way i can imagine spending my nights. I woke up knackered and for what? To go serve grumpy people that dont smile and shout at me when they dont like what they got!! So my question... Why can't we just pause time and go back to sleep just to see if we do escape the witches chasing us in their flying houses and old gypsy style caravans?