Late Night Thinking

So the beauty of sleep doth seem to evade me tonight. Mean, I know. But it's probably inevitable. I'm thinking. It's a dangerous thing for me to do. But when I start thinking I can't stop. I've been thinking about this same thing for a few days now... we could all do with a good chat now and again. A chat with one of ma girls would be awesome.

We had Famayzel day the other weekend. It was awesome. I loved spending time with ma girls. Well, two of em. It was awesome! We made pasta and made a den and there was a thunder and lightning storm and snoring and laughing. It was so much fun!

I need a good old chat. I love talking. It's fun. It is an important part of my life. Talking through things always seems to make them better or give a clearer understanding. That would be great. I doubt know if it's just me worrying or if it's reality. Sometimes it's hard to tell what's real and what's not. It's not like watching TV and sitting in a room with people Anglo are talking. A TV voice has the texture of a photo taken on a bad quality phone camera. All grainy and bubble like.

But it's hard to tell if a worry is just in your head or if it is real. Is this going to happen? Are you feeling this? Is it just me? Am I making up? Do you think this? Is what you say true? Am I being stupid?

On to lighter ramblings... big party tomorrow. It's not mine. I can't stand crowds of more than 10 people in an outdoors place. That's why at school intend to move around and away from the big crowds or groups. I don't like it. But this party is lots and lots of people. The majority I don't know or particularly like. Ahhh well, I'm gonna throw myself at the dance floor and just escape in the music.

It's gonna be the first time my mates have ever seen me properly engaged with the music. The rest of the world disappears and then it's just me. Yeah, I can't dance, but I can have a good time. Just like that wonderful day...

November 21st 2013 it was an awesome day. The guy I love and my fave music all coming together in a smush of violet. Isn't that awesome.

Ya know, I can't help but feel mean when it comes to him. Meh, that's something I'm gonna talk to him about. I love talking to him. He is one beautifully handsome being. Ahhh well. Life goes on people.

Life just Carey's on and leaves you running after it. And then ya catch up. And then it runs off without you again. The whore, but hey, life rocks really.