A day spent sleeping late, laughing whilst listening to Jonesy and X.Ray and fashion critiquing the Turin hockey finalists (Sweden’s jerseys are cooler); generally passed feeling wonderfully relaxed and comfortable. Thinking about my thinness as I rest a hand on my stomach, staring up at the ceiling whilst propped on my bed. Thinking…
Hmmm…
Recalling how suprised I was when I got rammed into front door, and how I made an excellent thud as I crashed into it… That my glee was somewhat excessive as I watched Ash grin into the gore as he sliced up shemps…
That the unusual tactic of complimenting me to stop me ranting is ineffective… Wondering when The Monster is leaving the country… That it is unusual and rather nice to have someone appreciate me once in a while… and that a riot to be around I may be but the emotional straightjacket I model makes me kinda sad.
Sigh.
Back to thinking of dirty Ash…
