It's getting a bit deep here so handle with care. After a few weeks spents wondering the heady wastelands of emotional craziness, i feel as though i'm finally clawing my sanity back. this is largely due in part to 3 ladies.
the first, M, is a fairly new addition to my life, but i feel to return to an existence without her and our hugely intense analysis of everything and anything would be akin to losing a leg. I'd remember what it felt like to have the limb, but attempting to continue without it, memory ingrained, would be too painful. It helps that she's hugely attractive, neither of us are keen on the fuggos, but this particular brand of beauty runs deeper than flesh, and shes a rare breed. The patience and kindness she offers to all makes me thankful that we're chums.
the second is Regina Spektor. We can all depend on her, but 'samson' and 'laughing with' have spoken volumes recently. the third is Laura Marling, who i'll remain ever faithful to. 'goodbye england' could have been written for current circumstances. they both just get it, unlike that vile child Pixie Lott and her ratty wig. BLEURGH.
the reason for the coco-loco sitch is the same as ever. MEN. the joyous race. i've been trying to plug various heart wounds by drinking copious amounts of rum and mingling furiously. Of course, any trained shrink could have pointed out the flaws in such plans, and eventually it all became a bit much. the addition of tonsillitis, picked up from one such charming chap who lied about various articles, didn't help. the time needed to recover did though; the result a fresh moment of clarity. and so the process begins once more, to find happiness just being...me. whoever that is. x
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