Sometimes it’s wonderful to have a big joint. Just sit back n just think fuck it. It seems like life’s going into slow motion and everything seems to take forever, except your minds flying round a million miles an hour and it thinks the most random shite possible. Or could it just be that I need to rant. I’m hormonal and it’s full moon so beware.
Yesterday I had random hot sex with the fit man for the first time in ages, why do I always give in to him. I guess cos he does it for me and he’s so funny in a good way it’s unreal, quite missed feeling that way to be fair, good to feel that way again. I’ve known him since 2008, been seeing him on and off all that time and as someone said shit thats a good relationship!
Politics that’s winding me up. Nobody is coming up with any real facts that anyone can understand. I think it’s time for a change cos lets face it, it’s not right and we need something drastic to mix it up some. Nobody can possibly know what will happen but the world is not going to end. I never used to pay the slightest attention to politics, now it’s the best comedy on TV. One day I’m sure I’ll just stop giving a fuck about it, one day it won’t matter cos I’ll either be too old to care or dead.
Mass media mourning. Is there a pattern forming as yet of my gripes. I love the net, I so broadens my horizons, gives my mind something to do whenever I choose. Most of the time to be fair I can’t be arsed. While it is sad when someone dies, I really ain’t much bothered at all unless it’s someone dear to me. What difference does it make now once someone is dead. I’ll hear the songs or films or whatever and think cracking but I won’t miss them at all. I can roll back this media and appreciate stuff anytime anyplace anywhere. Music is the soundtrack to my life, world events, people, places, smells and sights. Music is amazing in so many ways, most doesn’t touch your soul but when you find one it’s the best. Almost every day now some fuckers dying, dropping like flies folk are, and……………………… Quit stressing about it all, it’s stressing me seeing all the stupid ass shit folk do. Life’s hard enough with your own shit to deal with!
Beards. Hmmmmmm……. Well it seems the older I get the more amazing my beard becomes, all this hormonal shit going on. My mother said hers were done at 52, YES! I’m hoping I ain’t got long left. I go to bed and the next day up’s sprung a beard. It’s worse when you’re out and youre checking for em, natters my life if I find one and I’m out, I itch to get back home and get it.
Teeth……….. Now my top list of things I do when I get in my house as fast as possible consists of two things. 1 is obviously the same, getting my bra off asap when i get in. I have a number 2 now. Getting my friggin teeth out. They’re the best thing for a diet! If I had to really push for a no3 then that would be to have a wee.
The suns been out this week, I seem to be participating in things outdoors more, I’m gonna draw the line at a tan cos the sun ain’t good for you and if the council moan about my garden this year they can fuck right off