Have 'em and they live with me
How about we… Have a coffee in gunwharf and people watch...
I can't think.. the pressure's too much
wake as and when; relish my first cuppa of the day in front of 'The Big Question' (sad i know - but love a good debate) - take a long, warm, soapy bath full of delicious scents. Then spend the afternnoon drinking coffee or stuffing my face with a decent roast amongst good friends (who aren't married, in the throws of a relationship crisis or on the brink of any type of drama which could potentially end in bad fashion choices/rash purchases, over-drinking/eating, excessive tablet dependency or sporadic and volatile bouts of depression mixed with occasional suicidal attempts) ahhhh...lovely
erratic, surprising, paradoxically mediocre and splendid, fantastical and at times quite dull when experiencing fatigue and general laziness, and then amazing when coupled with almost schizophrenic like periods of irrepressible (dodgy spelling) enthusiasm and gratitude for life...then outright madness during hormonal imbalances...
saw David Bowie at Milton Keynes when a mere teenager - I wore fishnet stockings in an attempt to be fashionable and sexy but they fell down while walking across Waterloo station as i did not have any suspenders on....ahhh so innocent! Bowie was awesome...tho nearly got crushed at Milton Keynes station.. not good!
stalkerish knowledge of my neigbours every movement....
have boyish faces but act like men and are super clever and full of compliments
taking me to a bar and describing your ideal woman using passerbys as examples, who bear absolutely no physical similarities to me whatsoever
nothing...I'm not at primary school
the one about the irishman, englisman and scotsman at the dentist.....ahh sooo funny you'll die laughin...
with me, even tho he knows i secretly want to be a bloke
ben and jerry
travel the world
i'm not hers
a much bigger house