ink.

There’s nothing as hard to bear as post beer depression.

Found out i ain’t gonna see my family this summer. It’s all for the best, tho i don’t particularly fancy the idea of travelling from West London where i’ll be living to Luton and Brighton.

I miss my cat.

I feel an outburst of randomness kicking in.

Reading 5 books at a time again. My head spins.

Have to wake up at 4am.

*drops dead*

I miss a few persons. I like non rhotic accents. And M&S. Can’t find any Metallica on my hard disk. I’ll have to deal with Clann zu. or vdgg. or camel.

some beatles might do.

Nice to meet you. Sorry, can’t remember your name. it won’t be long.

it’s been a pleasure.

I heard it happens to the best of us.

Why does it happen to me all the time?

My name is diana and i’m sad.

I lost my parker fountain pen. I want it back.

All in all, i hate to acknowledge my life is now somewhere else.

p.s.

cider >>beer. say it isn’t so.