ive gone and made

all these promises to myself.

like one of them is

early to bed all this week.

im gonna have to talk to myself

about my performance at set tasks.

but here's some randoms any way.

i like hangin'

wid-choo.

it was such an

awesome evening.

worth it's weight in gold.

o.m.g.

season five.

remind me how to breathe again?

two good things that i did

from an annoying crazy slow day.

sometimes it just floods in.

it comes over me all warm and glittery.

makes me so far beyond happy.

and i cant explain it, other than it's exclusive.

not everyone on the planet is in this club.

and i like it that way.

and fuck i know i mite go on about it sometimes,

but its unstoppable when the thoughts of it meet my mouth.

they splatter out.

and when the people,

who make my day beautiful, hot, thoughtful and sexy,

come in,

the glittery feeling turns intergalactic.

and the only word that fits

(and shamelessly so)

starts with a 'p'.

dear you,

after i watched you walk the long way round

(to avoid walking past us)

to (ew!) gloria jeans yesterday,

i thought to myself

"gasp! all is lost!

my world has come to an end.

how will i get through my working day with out looking at you?!"

i fully thought you were a lost cause.

but!

boy did you give me a shock today.

you made me blush harder than anyone this year.

and that smile?

melt me already.

so tomorrow,

im expecting you bright and early.

please come in,

encourage me

to have guilty thoughts about

you

for the rest of the day.

yours in lust,

me.

(its not even worth a mention.

what you said. )

why?

cos im blissful.

im in my bubble and im staying here.

hot alert.

making,

making.

it never gets tired.

dear you,

are you going to come back?

i promise i'll make your

'soy, organic fair trade blend, long macchiato, one sugar'

more amazing than you can imagine.

more than.

i wanna look at you, watch you.

it's boring otherwise.

you make my morning.

........

yours daily,

me x

y'know?

it gets easier. almost like it was never hard in the first place.

who'd a thought?!

more fone foto vomit.....

foto vomit.

all jumbled like a sale.

blagghhhhh.....