” I squeal really prettily when I’m spanked” …no not me! (Although if you asked some people…) That was Skimble the other day we had some great conversation about her having a lucky arse…and I thought mine was good! 🙂
Yeah. So Skimble and I spent yesterday plotting for Nesuphyn’s birthday. We are currently dressed in TaTuesque schoolgirl outfits! Hurray! It starts in an hour or so. We’ve cooked, ice creamed and dressed up as well as learning the correct pronounciation of ‘Irrashaimasen!’ what else do we need!?!
Well last night I turned round (after our dance routine….hehehe) and asked Skimble to cut my hair. So she asked me what I fancied ‘Just get rid of the blonde, hack away at it’ was my response.
Jellicle Cat, please get up off the floor.
I’m back, gamine/professional as ever and it feels like I’ve come home. Obviously I am now regrowing my hair because whatever my occaisional blip I do like it long. I do intend to shave it before my trip around the world. Mr Tree said I should!
“Well I been told,
You gotta work to feed the soul…
You’ve crossed the finishline
Won the race but lost your mind
Was it worth it after all?”
-I’m no Superman
Wierd stream of conciousness stuff follows:
So take around look at the landscape here, flatlands and fields, mountains misty in the distant and it feels as though their holding everything together, sewn together with sky whilst human life surrounding me is held to ransom by other souls. Everyone owes everyone else. Everyone owns everyone else. And I’ll sit in the flatlands and watch real life happen to someone else. Spiderlights aside the fields are mine and the mountains are mine and we are all each other. One day I’m going to trip the switches entirely.