I just got my wisdom teeth out. Woo. It was really quick and I was all woozy and relaxed. The first thing I did was faint, which is always a good start of course. Now my entire face is numb and I can speak and I'm drooling blood and being generally quite pathetic, so spam me with pretty things, pretty please?

(I got to keep them as well! They're amazing.)

Crisis #2 is here. That was quick. I hate my life.

( Meme of Distraction )

"You just have to know. And when you don't know? No one can fault you for it. You do what you can, when you can, while you can. When you can't, you can't."

I had terrible thoughts last night. I dreamed I was being held hostage by a scary man on crutches. I woke up with Icarus on my mind.

I want what they have. (Only one they, of course, the only they who matter.) I don't even care what it is, I don't know, not sure they do, but I want it. I want to be loved like that, I want someone to look at me like that, I want someone to touch me like that, someone who will call me in the middle of the night, who will hug me like the world is ending, I want your lungs to stop working without me.

And it has ruined me as well. Now I've seen this exists there doesn't seem to be a reason to settle for anything less.

It gets so bad I want to hurt something. There is nothing to say.

Happy new year and all that, I hope everyone had a lovely night, I did.

( This is me watching Jools now. )

We impregnated Noel last night.

It was amazing.

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling

Oh, love.

Mostly communicating by means of YouTube videos these days.

I've been listening to this song since the day the album came out, but when it just came on the shuffle it suddenly seemed like the saddest thing I've ever heard. The last time she made me cry was in 2005, so. Thumbs up.



For some reason I find her really distracting in this video, it might help if you close your eyes.

Let me tell you all about that one time I got a hug in a parking lot.

I wish I could do the whole of November all over again, but only with the knowledge that it was all over again. Then I could enjoy it even more because I'd know that everything would turn out just fine. I might actually say something smart (in the parking lot) AND I would know where to look in Leicester Square station and save everyone involved a bit of worrying.

The rest of it not so much. It was a really good year from March onwards, but not necessarily anything I really have to experience again. I just want November.

Lowest point: This night and the following week.

Christmas present to myself. *strokes*

( And, uh, this little thing arrived. )

I'm going to the theatre tonight (my, we're so cultured) and I don't want to, because sometimes when I have a cold my ears get all weird, and that's happening right now, I'm hearing like I'm underwater or wearing earplugs. No fun.

(I'm only updating this much because everyone else is busy having, I don't know, lives and stuff. Is it still Christmas? Time seems to be passing more slowly than usual.)

I don't even know what to wear. I just want to curl up in bed and write and write.

This is one of the prettiest songs I know. Not what it's about, I suppose that isn't so pretty, but just the way it sounds and the way it makes me feel. I love his voice.

You know it's quite hopeless when you find yourself turning to the Shoebox Project for advice on Serious Matters. I am rocking this life thing.