I'm aware that the the precious time I get to write here I waste on rambling about catcing up and what I have done..or haven't done. well, here goes. I got drunk on Friday. A real rarity, but something to do with forgetting to eat and gulping martinis like a bloody fish. Nice combination for a cheap night out! My balls were on fire. Seriously. I love heels, but in the first few minutes of wearing my new black shiny ones...they make my ankles feel like they're breaking. It's an unnatural position, but at least I now know how Barbie feels, with her permanently pointy toes. Do Martinis make your feet numb? No they do not. I did this in the name of research so you all don't have to.
ok ramble over
I'm not drawing.
Not at all
Music is loud and brash and blowing what's left of my eardrums to bits
I'm not reading much either.
I'm actively avoiding thoughts.
Running and hiding and relishing numbness.
and it'll all catch up with me, I tell you.
Because.. I didn't see her every day and I would joke with her that she sent a spell into my dreams. Every four or five weeks, I would dream that she was gone and I would wake up in tears and make plans to go see her. And when that happens next time. I'm stuffed.
4 comments:
My own parents being quite elderly, I occasionally have those wake up crying dreams, so I really feel for what you're going through... because I don't know how I'll cope when they do finally shuffle off.
On a brighter note, I never expected to read "My balls were on fire" here. I didn't know it was THAT kind of blog...
Thanks Rol
and .. it was always "that" kind of blog..I just hid it well.
:o)
Shoes and a half them Mills.
Maybe just look at them rather than actually wear them?
Davy,
I could try that..
However..high heel ball ache is akin to labour pains...two days later..it's all forgotten and you want to do it again.
When I wear them again..I might see if I can book an Epidural :0)
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