mellow

Saint Etienne // only love can break your heart


summer music melt down

and lots of watermelon

which should be an all season fruit

never get bored of melons

also like this from these guys too

spring (air france rmx) // Saint Etienne


i think i've mentioned these guys before

music to help convince you the weather aint really that stuffy hot

bleh

really now

there was this one time


bitch italian snoot lady barged past me to during my shopping venture

she says

'what does CDG stand for?'






...

just sayin

nom

gruel

eurhhh

i'm having a cake coma


more so a food coma

i keep eating and can't stop

i reckon i have had 5 meals today on top of what i normally eat in a day


food overloadage

my poor thighs taking the wrath

i don't get it

why does my fat not spread evenly across my body like a canvas

instead mounting itself on my thighs

and spots where it's tough to shift that takes some hardcore ninja moves to make it disappear

i'm starting to like the idea of liposuction



all of a sudden it all makes sense

Rage

i'm so fucking hacked off


this is like one of them rages i can't meditate myself out of

i'm fucking fuming

i get this message from ex boy no. 4



So i'm just going to throw it out there and say that i actually genuinely miss you and i would like to see you again sometime before i die. Xx








You what

why is this happening


what the fuck is the deal with the morbid message

what is this bullshit
wrong audience

i really cannot be bothered no more to be bothered


drained



Never agree to be friends with an ex










right now i want to punch him in the face

jets

sero

sero

serotonin

sero

sero

serotonin

burning a hole into my heart

silent thoughts or what not

i think i'm in one (many) of them moods

i don't know what i want

i don't know what i want to listen to

i don't know if i am hungry

really weird feeling

anyway when one (many) of these moods crop up

i always seem to find this gets played


eet // regina spektor

a bit melancholy

i know i know


kind of like dawsons creek for 2010 soundtrack eugh


+ i also seem to never be able to spell 'weird' correct first time round which is undetectable after I have spellchecked the post.

I feel the less i write

the more dumb i'm becoming with age

dj's are not rockstars

a big massive fucking hell


ever since i've moved to London

i feel like i am sharing the city with the ex-boyfriend

he has covered every corner nook and crevice of the city

of course

he's a fucking dj on the sideline

albeit one of them crap ones that play peoples music and waves their hands in the air like they digitally mastered the tune

or even wrongly, downloaded remixes from hypem.com and pretending to be god-like at a touch of 'press play' kind of dj


so anyway i find this gem of a venue

a real arty hubbub with non of the cliches of nostalgia but all the rightness of good people, good vibes and good music

(and the bartender knew the difference between ginger beer and ginger ale. Good stuff. a real bartender who knows his stuff. very impressive )


So now it seems he has become the dj for this venue

well

is there no where sacred in London??

i did try my hardest to avoid all the places he dj's and his pretentious hang-outs and this venue was perfect because it had this arty vibe and a bit of a secret find and now like a cat he's pissed all over it

i feel so exasperated

trying to find my feet and find places in London without that intense idiotic pretentious feel where people are on edge over concern of what each other look like

remember, London doesn't dance at all. They all stand and stare like frigid fucks, getting tubby around the waist from lack of movement and grim faces

so anyway yeh

i found my happy place only for it to be taken over by a pretentious hipster ex


just really disappointed