the sun goes down.... do you know what I mean?
No, neither do I.
Have you heard the phrase "where there is pleasure, there is pain"?
(Right in the rectum, if you ask me).
Well that little phrase was all about me today. Just me, nobody else.
Today was wondrous in so many ways but then it tailed off to be the most yucksvilles, stress driven heap of steaming cack I have ever experienced. I sweat more doing my admin and crafty projects than I have all week in the gym (totalling 5 hours, I may add, of ass reducing, chin smoothing, tummy toning, ribena berry coloured pewsey cheek burning workouts that hurt. To the point where I can't make myself laugh because every muscle in my body wrecks. WRECKS!).
So tomorrow (today, if we are being pedantic) I will wake up at the crack of a sparrows fart, drive to Harrogate with hundreds of lovely little CD's, teach a few workshops at Craftwork Cards and forget today ever happened at all (minus the nice bits when I ate some well deserved lard served with grease and chip fat and even then I snorted it up my nose because my mouth wasn't eating quick enough to cure the "woe-is-me hunger pangs").
If you can't get to Hazzer (my cool new word for Harrogate) you can bob along to my website and buy the little chimp there. But of course it would be much better if we could meet this weekend and get better acquainted over a few sheets of pretty papers and copious amounts of treble espressos laden with pro plus, crack cocaine and hemp. Need to invent "awake juice" that wont get me arrested. Have mentally catalogued that invention-in-the-making.
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