Trust

Trust is for the birds. Don't believe in it. People will always disappoint you. They will always hurt you. Nobody cares for you. It is easier to push you away than to care for you.

So fuck them. You do not need anybody, and nobody can hurt you. Fuck them.

Creepy

You're creepy. You call me at night and whisper on the phone, and I don't know who you are. And you follow me, to the kitchen, with your calls. You are older than me and you dance like you're on drugs. And you make me uncomfortable. Normally I would punch your lights out, or ask you to "FUCK OFF", but I don't know you at all, or well enough. Stop creeping me out.

I love him...I do.

I love him...I do. He fills my thoughts and I tingle, if only for a moment. And then its gone. But in that split second, I have loved him, so much, that I can barely breathe. He's only a memory, he's not real. He does not exist in this time, and on this plane, but he's everywhere to me. I can hardly put my arms around him.

Make this longing disappear.

The Good, the Bad, and the Whipped Cream of it.

So let's start with the good - it's warmer in london. The sun is out, and the heavy jackets are coming off and its gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. London bathed in sunlight is a sight that everyone must see. Of course, being a creature of the tropics, I am joyous!!

The bad? Well the work is really starting to pile on, and somewhere at the back of my head, I am freaking out over what has to be done, and how much there is and...
This, however, makes me NOT enjoy the aforementioned lovely weather.

Now we finally arrive at the whipped cream of it!! I bought one of those can thingys, that you shake and then spray and then whipped cream comes out of it. Only a pound, I am telling you the best 88 bucks I've ever spent!! This means, though that I will be returning home twice my natural size, but who gives a fuck when there's whipped cream, right?