but I do like my red wine...

...oh so much so I will spend my last few dollars on a fine drop of house vintage.
And then come home & blog about how nice it was.

Why is my bed so much more comfortable when it is unmade and naked, no sheets, quilt covers, pillow cases, just a jumble of blankets?

I wish I was naked right now.

I went to the lolly shop today.

Why do we stop doing these things when we get old?

Lolly shops are such lovely places. All that gaudy packaging housing tasty treats and hyperactive excitement. I remembered going there in the pre-pubescent days with about 20c in my pocket and a whole afternoon to take my time spending it. I remembered eating whole bags of lollies and not feeling sick and headachey after. I wept when I was told there were no pineapples. I was tempted by fudge like nothing else since becoming vegan. I bought a whole stash of sweets for me and my brother and his friend for about $2. I'm eating sherbet now. Excellent.

The funny thing was that the shop was quite full but every else in there had to be over 30... like the pair of big burly blokes in car brand shirts buying thickshakes... the English couple buying extreme sour sweets as though it were the most daring act of their lives.

The sad thing was when I ate some sour string it got caught in my throat and I had this gross sour biting in my throat all day. I'm so old I can't even eat lollies properly anymore?

Also if you see me in the next few days my skin has gone to shit I am pimple city but that started before the sweetie binge...

SUGAR POWER

This is my tattoo. This photo was taken just after it was finished, so it's nice and fresh and juicy.

It's a peony rose. These flowers can symbolise, particularly in Eastern philosophy, a daring, devil may care sort of attitude. As in just go and fucking do it style. Go have some adventures. This is one of the reasons I wanted this flower, apart from it being pretty...
But this is something I've been forgetting lately. I've been too hung up on pleasing other people and forgetting myself. I've been cruising along acting the part society wants me to play. I've been avoiding conflicts and as a result I haven't been honest or authentic. I've realised that while avoiding a fight or argument might make things all sunshine & rainbows on the surface I am being dishonest and it is more damaging to relationships and to myself.
SO if I want to do something, I'm going to fucking well do it
if I want to say something, I'll fucking well say it.

I figure every arts student should fail a subject at least once.

Right?