I feel out of touch today, it's mostly overcast yet i'm sauntering about the house in shorts, drinking coke straight out of the 2litre bottle and listening to blink with all the windows open. Summer definately fills me with a euphoria thats almost indescribable. I really believe that the sun, or prospect of sunshine makes 'same shit different day' syndrome less apparent.
I can't wait to drive to lowestoft later with Lauren in the front seat listening to crunk and racing boys up the A47-straight. I am going to live for moments spent with my girlfriends relishing our freedom and cursing every human being in existance to posess a penis. I pray we get enough sunshine this summer to do so every week, before i know it i really will be burning my bra and pledging alligience to the notion that although a single woman post 30 is more likely to be victim to a terrorist attack than find a husband thats how i want to be. I'll be the crazy bitch with 9 cats and a vibrator in her knicker drawer.
I am addicted to a ridiculous online game called 'fashion solitaire' and its tainting my ability to web-socialise and walk away from my laptop for more than an hour without withdrawal symptoms. Summer is the only solution.
'But I'd play with fire to break the ice
And I'd play with a nuclear device
Is it something I'll regret?
Why do I want what I can't get?
I wish it didn't have to be so bad'
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