birthday week is over, so now I’m really 28. it feels better than the end of 27 felt.
here’s the four words I wrote down on my last night of 27.
TIRED. HUNGRY. DRUNK. OLD.
then I woke up & wrote this.
HAPPY. MONKEY. 28. BELLYACHE.
much better really apart from the bellyache.
it’s gone now though, and things that happened in the first week show a bit of promise for this year.
a charming couple invited me to sleep with them, YES! something like that... a boy told me I was exceptional. IT"S TRUE! I might be in love. I danced & fought & managed to get paid. i had my heart melted AGAIN & AGAIN by the most handsome 2 month old boy IN THE WORLD... i now even have a photo of him in my wallet.
I got a fix of rock n roll with BREAKING THE LAW who should play more... yes they should.
& I also learnt how to say ‘go fuck yourself’ in French.
which will come in very handy when I’m an old lady in paris.