CJD

When we got to the hospital the walls were soupy pea green to match the smell in the air. They made us put on plastic before we could enter the room, plastic over our shoes and hair and aprons and gloves to wear. I took mine off, they felt cruel and cold. He was there but not there, he looked different but the same. Something about the eyes. Something about the face. Something about the way he wasn't there any more. He looked into the distance, drooled, smiled. We went back some time later, days, weeks. The last time we went back he wasn't looking or drooling any more. He just lay there. We talked to him like he could hear. I don't think he could.

Weight loss

My shorts keep falling down maybe I have lost a bit of weight? They're so loose, I have to keep pulling them up, I must have lost weight I suppose I have been eating quite healthily and skating a bit and well not really eating healthily but drinking a lot instead of eating which is sort of a bit almost like a diet and probably means I'd lose weight, except aren't there lots of calories in beer or something? But still they're so loose maybe I should buy a belt...oh no wait my fly is undone.

Babybels

I have just been to the supermarket and I bought a pack of 12 Babybels and now I have three left. I wish that everything in the world was made of Babybels so that I could eat it all, if that tree over there was a Babybel I would eat it and that lamp post too and that dog, I'd eat them all and if you were a Babybel I'd eat you too.

Car Park Dream

Last night I dreamed I was back in Memphis and they had built a car park over the place where I was raped. It was sunny. I walked across the concrete and stood looking at a rusty old car that had its back wheels parked where my head hit the floor. I thought this should make me feel something, but it didn't.

Field Day

I'm in the dance tent and it's loud and packed and some sweaty guy is grinning and talking to me and I can't hear what he is saying so I am just nodding and grinning and hoping that he will stop soon and go away because if he carries on maybe he will notice that my hand is wrapped around my boyfriend's cock and his fingers are fucking me hard.

Not quite human

Random dude: "You look kind of fashiony."
Not me: "I work in market research. But thanks!"
Random dude: "And you. You look...alternative."
Me: "...alternative to what?"

A pint of bitter please

I suppose essentially it is just gripe juice.

Cat

Oh oh listen to him aww he's so happy!! ...or sad. Or maybe he wants something. Or I don't really know what he's just meowing a lot.

Everyone Else Is Doing It Why Can't I

"I don't understand Twitter so maybe I will start a blog. What is a good site for a blog?"

"How can you not understand Twitter? Also, try Blogger"

"Isn't Blogger a children's book about a dog?

...oh no wait that's Dogger"

Train 04.05.11

It is 16:07 on the fourth of May. I am sitting on a train dipping white chocolate pocky into my regular latte and sucking off the chocolate as it melts. I am feeling pretty good about this journey, and this feeling will last until approximately 16:19 when I will finish my all the pocky and the last bit of my coffee will be cold and I will remember I have another three hours and forty five minutes left until I can get off the train.