Monday, February 20, 2012

Heaven Is A Place On Earth Where You Tell Me All The Things You'd Like To Do

Sunday night/early Monday morning is always a bit of a downer. The time when I feel furthest away from happiness.

It'll be tough to motivate myself to go to work tomorrow, but once I'm there I seem to put myself into gear, get over myself and just get on with it.

Busy week!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Ernest ducked his head to catch my gaze.
“Hey,” he murmured.
Hair was unravelling from the plaits I’d hastily braided that morning. My lips were bitten until they glowed a bright, raspberry red. And everything; the plates, my hands, Dracula (open where I’d left off), was stuck to the sticky tabletop in the too cute cafĂ©.
Ernest’s hair was messy; the way I preferred it. His jacket was the one I’d picked for him at the thrift shop, the one he’d swore he’d never wear. He’d probably even recognise the song playing in the background (Smashing Pumpkins).
I was still getting used to this honesty thing. I swallowed, trying to pluck up some courage.
He was patient. I wondered if he could see the breakthrough, like that iceberg, about to shatter everything that was into everything that would be.
“Do you think two people can love one another forever?”
I expected his answer to come in an instant. Or that he’d pick a hole in my question. So he surprised me by being thoughtful.
“I really hope so.”
Hope. Not know. Not think. Hope, a sentiment so unworthy and unreliable. Ernest hoped.
And I knew that he was right, as usual. I could not know. I could only hope. Even when everything and everyone around me tried to tell me otherwise, hope remained.
“I suppose I could ask you what this is about, but I doubt you’ll tell me,” he remarked, un-sticking his elbows from the table.
“One step at a time,” I warned.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Only Worth Living If Somebody Is Loving You

It never ceases to amaze me just how fragile and yet resilient the heart is.

The last couple of weeks have been pretty messed up. Life is messy.

Monday, January 30, 2012


So the New Year has found us. I've already made a few resolutions, such as:

- Get 3 new piercings
- Go to a new Festival
- Take more photos

And here are some things I'm loving right now:

1. Writing letters to exotic lands: my good friend has recently moved to India for six months to teach in a school. It's not like she's completely cut off from the world, but the two of us wrote letters to each other when she was at Uni, so now we're reviving the art again :)

2. My new Doc Martens: easily my favourite shoes in the world. These ones are especially cute but breaking them in can be particularly challenging.

3. Ramen: I keep making trips to the asian supermarket to sample the million different kinds of ramen. I especially like the ones that come in a broth. Delicious :)

4. My gorgeous bunny: Winter can be tough on little bunnies. Fye is good at keeping active during the winter, but he knows when it's cold he won't get as much attention. Hopefully the weather will improve soon and coax the family back outside.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Stuck In My Throat

It burns. White hot. It feels like shutting down, like everything good and valuable is tainted.

I don't want to feel this way. I don't choose to feel this way.

Every petty thing ever said, every mean thought ever conceived; I forgive you all. For this is the meanest and pettiest of all. The darkest kind of hatred that blossoms from the purest of feelings. No one can know. I will package up this feeling and send it far away to the only person who can make sense of it.

Every time you told me you loved me, you went home to someone else. You made me into a fool to satisfy the worst of greeds. You destroyed me. I can do nothing by half-measures any more. No half-friends or half loves. The casual nature of life is repulsive and deceitful. It is all or nothing.

I hate you. I hate you both.

I live with the fear that you have confined me to.

There is one option left. One way to destroy you all. You will look me in the eye and know what I have done. It will never make us even, but it's one last thing that you cannot take from me.

Please God, give me the strength.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Sky Set Out Like A Pathway, But Who Decides Which Route We Take?

I've had a delightfully busy December. It began with Nick's birthday when I surprised him with tickets to see White Lies a few days later. They were very good, the perfect way to round up a very busy year gig-wise :)

And then last week it was our annual Christmas meal and the exchange of secret santa goodies. I think we all agreed that Nick got the best gift.

Happy New Year all!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Seven Devils All Around Me

So this was my attempt to dress up as Florence Welch, of Florence and the Machine, and it didn't turn out too badly. Well, the birthday boy knew who I was and that was enough for me.

A whole year today since I first met Nick. I can tell you right now that exactly a year ago (to the minute) I had pretty much given up on meeting him at all. I'm kind of tempted to tell the whole story, but here's all you need to know:

- we met online
- because we are both music geeks
- and we met up at the We Are Scientists gig

At 10:30 pm on the 20th November last year, I was passing it off as one of those things. We'd failed to meet up outside the venue. Once inside I had patchy signal and the place was packed. By this point I was tipsy (from having too many drinks to settle my nerves) and I was trying to keep my friend Rachael from hitting the girl in front of us (she was small, but very annoying. The girl, that is, not Rach').

So I figured I'd tried, you know? It was just one of those things.

The gig ended (WAS were amazing, but that goes without saying) and Rach' and I grabbed some merch and then got into the huge queue for the cloakroom. I was dancing around 'cause my shoes hurt and Rach' was close to passing out from exhaustion (since she'd been at a midnight Harry Potter showing the night before). We got to the front and Rach' couldn't find her cloakroom ticket.

I glanced at my phone whilst she frantically pawed through her purse.

I had a text from Nick. Well, several actually. He was waiting for me at the fire exit. He'd be wearing a check shirt.

Oh God, I immediately thought, I bet he saw me doing my 'damn these shoes suck' dance.

And so we met. And I talked (shockingly). My ride was waiting (rather impatiently) but there was time for a drink and conversation. One year later, here I am.