Good Things.
In protest of the past two days of my life, I’m going to say some good things about things I like very much.
1. Come Dine With Me: I’m slavishly inslaved to this show. I love it. I love how right now there’s a very old lady scientist reading her unpublished novel to a group of near-strangers and one is starting to cry. I love the concepts, the hopes and ambitions of all the people on it being realised through a dinner party.
2. Banana and dark chocolate chips: my new snack of Wintertime. I’m starting to be heavily preoccupied with what exactly is going inside me to help me run and go and have energy for every day, even shitty awful days like this one.
3. The fact I will soon have an awesome Eagle Tatty Devine necklace to stroke and kiss and add to the small pile of black boxes on my dressing table. I love Tatty Devine too much.
4. Going to see Of Montreal at the end of the month in Manchester! Loads of pictures to follow of this superevent if I don’t actually kill myself by flinging my body at Kevin Barnes in a show of ultra-friendship.
Uh, yeah. That should do it.
