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What moron;

has requested my library book?

Sometimes;

You really really really don't want to, but you just have to smile and be a nice person.
Giggle and grin and you may as well mean it. Don't say I'm tired. Don't say Fuck you. Don't say I hate you this is bullshit I'm sorry but I've never liked you. Don't hum your sad little tune. Say It's so nice to meet you. You have the choice to forget about it, so l e t i t g o -to sludge and sog and shrivel. If it's work, don't hate yourself for committing to the job, just do it and think about the next one. Get the f u c k on with it. If it's money, don't kill yeself for the 40dolla tights, just w e a r them. If it's uni, well it's not the end of life as we know it if you decide it 'just isn't for you', but don't be a dick, l o v e your course. If it's love, don't spend 15 years pondering the white tshirt he had on that day and what might have happened if he'd picked a jumper and you hadn't seen him.

Don't do that. Bitterness is unattractive. Girl you better dan dis.

The focus of this post is a bit erratic, I know. It's late and there's a full moon, so who knows what forces are overtaking. I'm bare smiling because it's practically impossible to become a crank if you're smiling. On the other hand, fuck that, I'm a crank tonight. I'm both happy and sad and still figuring out how that can be. 

It seems;

they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it.

It's time to pick up a pen. You can change your life in EVERY MOMENT. There is always guna be a constant stream of anothers: another opportunity and another opening and another little window that could become a tunnel that could become something that could be MORE. Submit your idea. Text it eat it cut it improve it copywright it expand it apply it sing it fuck it.

"The most pernicious aspect of procrastination is that it can become a habit. We don't just put off our lives today; we put them off till our deathbed.
Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny. This second, we can turn the tables on Resistance.
This second, we can sit down and do our work."

Think this is selbs, gotta be.

Wait;

will there be food?

Complete the sentence;

I am not now, nor have I ever been ___________

WHAT

Yellow mountain friend

Lykke Li next week! Hip hip.

Sabrina's video land

 Bekanth's lecture doodles and a little friend we found to play with on her kitchen table

 Teddy outside uni... style icon just chillin readin some good intellect shit yeahhhhhhh

Sasha: What are you doing?
Me: Colouring in
Sasha: Anna, it's Friday night.

I wannnnnnnnt one.

Sasha is in there somewhere. I'm such a creep. That is the boring corner of my room but this is the fun corner.

The Cut;

After an agonising 2 years of carefully recorded hair-growing, I'm above the shoulders again. 

I feel... like a child whose mother is trying to thicken up their hair and so cuts it dead short all the fucking time. 

Yeah that's totally me. 

Apparently;

The first three words you see will describe you. I got fleshy naked maniac. Nice one. 

If you were on my mind;

Blame it on my youth

Picture of Doherty from Creep Machine. 

So I'm still hoping to not drink for the rest of my life, ever, never, for ever, except for celebrations. I asked my dad what he thought of this and he said drinking was a loser's game, which is what I wanted to hear. I'd believe him if he wasn't so fond of the occasional getting pissed. 

Chill fit;

Ok so now that I am an enlightened non-alcoholic (sober for one day hurrah haroo hurray it's a start fuck off) I'm thinking it's necessary to carry this maturity over into other aspects of my life. Take my cat, for instance, the little cutie that is Mr. Wendy. Usually, my heart sinks when I remember I have a cat. I find him annoying, volatile and aggressive... so, so aggressive. ALAS, in these newly sober days, Mr. Wendy is welcome to recline in my bed as I lie here tucked up next to him, schnuggling and purring respectively. The alcoholic in me wants to push him off. But now that my vision isn't so heavily vodka impaired, I can see he is quite sweet.

Not sure how my born again sobriety and Mr. Wendy affection resonates through these pictures, but I do feel an underlying thread in that my newness in approach to life will be accompanied by sophistication in dress: chill fit, grey, lips, socks, jacket, clear skin, blowdry, button, varnish, casual knit casual knit casual knit.