echoes

We wandered through the streets today and did Vine's photography project
(involved me and Gooch-y wielding the camera whilst Vine barked out instructions in a Russian accent).
"We are true Russians! We drink VODKA!"
And we weren't even drunk.

And there was coffee with the laydees which was rather beautiful
and then there were fireworks and cigarettes and pear cider and CHILLI
and a conversation with Cassie about Hortensio and how she'd thought we'd eventually get back together
before he got a girlfriend of course
and then a few confessions on B's part
(damnit)
before a bit of Mario Kart and X Factor.
Rave?

I walked home in the dark with Enter Shikari around my ears.
Everything's pretty in the moonlight,
trees look like they've been iced to be served
and I shouted lyrics into the cold dark air.

Siney's new chick-let is vair cool
which makes B happy
and will provoke an "I TOLD YOU SO!" in response to his insecurity rants.
"B likes this."

I can't get Jay off my brain.
It's so weird, all day I've been wanting to text him random sentences, then being frustrated for the lack of phone number.
I talk to him now, and I get that sappy feeling that I like to avoid
and it's not the artificial kind like with Perse Boy.
Damnit!
He's complicated (and apparently emotionally void)
not much of a talker
a cheater
insecure
a bit odd
and younger
and yet I love talking to him.

No,
shush B.
No point
no point
no point.

I can't wait for my birthday.
There will be a new SLR camera and beer and wine
(feeling fine)
and laydees
with love.



This woman is a cool painter.
The name's Sarah Larnach,
she does the artwork for Ladyhawke.
Check her out.