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[09 Dec 2006|12:50am] |
Well, tonight was panto night. An hilarious production of Dracula took place in the Village Hall and was a riot. Funny, laced with subtle adult dialogue and balls out hilarity, it was fun. True, I wasn't in a mood I could really sustain any hyper activity, but I got involved by wearing all black, some poorly fitting fangs, and make up.
I have eyeliner and all sorts on. My fingernails are black. Daniel's outfit was the most hilarious. An expressionless mask rather like that you'd find on a mime.
I wish I could find more to say, but i'm afraid that despite all, i'm in an odd mood. Like a badger peering out of it's set in the rain. I don't quite know why I can't be as fun as I want all the time.
Still, i'll show you some photos. I have to take my make up off now.
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[09 Dec 2006|12:58am] |
| Your Birthdate: September 6 | 
For you, love is a natural progression from friendship. You are almost always friends first.
In love, you are loyal, steady, and honest. You are not a cheater or even much of a flirt.
You are likely to stay friends with your ex... and open to rekindling something in the future.
Number of True Loves You'll Have: 4
Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5
You are most compatible with people born on the 6th, 15th, and 24th of the month. |
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[09 Dec 2006|01:11am] |
I know something which tears my soul a little.
It's when I sit back in my barseat and I drink my fucking blackcurrant and soda and hear the giggles, knowing and loving people whom I am close to and appreciate having around me, all the nice times, trying not to get drunk and trying to keep the feeling back that I should be pissed up to just have fun..
And my life as it is is a constant reminder, little kisses people exchange here and there, lovers and lovers to be embracing and weaving in and out of the lights.
And I sit all done up in my black with thoughts pinned back into solitutude.
There is someone I kinda.......want..she'd get me out of the funk, she'd talk into my ear and stare into my eyes and breathe on my lips.
And i'll likely never meet her.
Tragedy is, there aren't many that get me. And I think she does.
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[09 Dec 2006|04:07pm] |
I like the wintry evenings. I've never been a morning or light loving person. I don't like bright sun in my eyes and sweeping the sleep out of them as I blinker my way to work. I hate glares, bright lights and days. Shitty fucking Saturdays with their cloudless pin-sharp solar gaze. Can't be doing with them.
I'm a night creature, I like scampering amongst moonlight and I love the golden birds that settle on the clouds in the afternoon like icing sugar on a cake.
And thank god it is getting dark, because the afternoon was shit, horrible work. Not that i'll get any relief tonight. The playhouse are eating before I even get to work, meaning i'll have it all to do before the main rush begins at about seven.
Great. I'll show you some fucking pictures from yesterday in a minute, be patient, you bastards.
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[09 Dec 2006|04:38pm] |
Some of these taken on Dan's phone, and transported via the magic of Bluetooth. What would we do without it? precisely what we fucking did before.
( Read more... )
And that's it. You know, putting photos on posts is a pain in the face. Time for fucking tea. Off yer sod.
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