I feel all swirly

I'm ditzy and dizzy, drugless and wordless. The bass is up but the music is quiet, just a static reverberation that won't cease and even if it could, I wouldn't want it to. All I want is another hit of just about anything to keep chasing the sunset and never be left in the dark, alone, in my room. But it's not likely, I'm getting tired and cold and everything aches and I feel shitty- as if everything has been put through a blender and back into me all wrong.

My face is any girl's face, my tits are any girl's tits, and from the waist down baby I've been everyone's any girl. Even now I feel the breath of hundreds, of one in particular, of no one I know. It seeps into my skin which turns the same ugly way - hot, damp, putrid for years to come. I feel the greasy pushing as I open my eyes even though I could keep them closed and play dead, but games are for children and I've got to grow far and wild. Keep running, eyes open.

If you can take me in my sleep, you should have had the decency to pay me like the whore you saw lying there, trying to dream of better days but always falling back into nightmares... bad memories... bad people.

The next push will make me.

Wicked Bad And Full Throttle

I wasn't in the mood for anything today. Morning sex, and then slowly we both woke up and wandered about the empty house for a while. I did laundry *yawn* and cleared the rubbish *double yawn*, then shopped for junk food for the next three days. Tomorrow I will start my Biology report, since everyone's out and an empty yard may be enough to provoke me to work lol.

Tonight was jarred curry shit with some turmeric poato carrot and onion mix, and a few popadoms which I cannay spell. Now for wine and relax, a lazy day in all.

Hangovers, Chicory, Marmite.

Today I'm recovering from a chaotic night out with Mike and Ebony, and I have to admit it was rather fun. I received a potted shrubbery from Mike, and he got his card and some candy. Ebony and I stayed in til nine feeling not so hungry, knocking back copious amounts of Cava. We then adjourned to Greenwich, drank more... and more.. Ebony sucked face with a manatee, and then ran away like a scared little bitch, shortly after falling head over heels for Eve. Hopeless much..? 

We got to our various homes at some hazy hour in the AM, crawling into bed. (Mike FYI we didn't wake up Jan :P). 

This morning I was hungover, as were my counterparts ^-^. I milled around, stayed in bed and ate strawberry pudding(s), Frosties, toast and chips watching Come Dine With Me, and felt pretty sorry for myself. Having finished another half of wine and a beer, I felt better and cooked a Sunday roast:

Rosemary Roasted Potatoes (Rosemary, Garlic, Oil, Salt)

Garlic & White Wine Braised Leeks (Roasted Garlic, Parboiled Leeks, Oil, Salt, White Wine, Black Pepper)

Nutroast (Ketchup, Bread, Cashew, Hazel, Pine and Walnuts, Parsley, Bouillon) (sticky even after an HOUR in 220 deg, but very tasty)

Mushroom Gravy (HP Sauce, Ketchup, Marmite, Bouillon, Water, Beer, Onions, Chinese Mushrooms)

Minted Peas (Mint, Peas, Butter)

It's a shame about the nutroast - it really was good. The gravy was NOMNOMNOM - a dark rich gravy with chewy slices of deep mushroomy goodness and soft onions. It went perfectly over the crisp potatoes :) Yes.. porny foodness. 

So now I feel rather full X_x, Jan hasn't touched hers but I can't be bothered to argue. Mike won't be back for a while and my shrub wants for nothing.

A Potted Shrub

For Valentine's day this year I am lamenting that all I want is to eat food, drink bubbly wine and maybe get a potted shrub. So in true form for the perversely-humoured Mother Nature I am getting all of the above (perhaps not the shrub), just missing a few specifics such as my other half, and perhaps the bubbles. But hopefully dinner will be cooked for me, and I'll get to wear something pretty (read: not dirty).
Don't ask me why it bothers me so much to have Mike working tomorrow, and I won't make a fuss about it since work is work, and he seems pretty unphased by the occasion. Must be a woman thing, huh?
Or perhaps in lieue of last year's Valentine with the 'B(r)eached Whale'- Cpt Man Porpoise, the "moon-bathed sea-cow", a can of cold Heinz ravioli with raw garlic, home delivery grease encrusted pizza, and Sainbury's Basics wine.. Maybe I just feel like being spoiled.
Selfish, ain't I?



In other news, I'm running a competition that Christian will be familiar with- Superhero Names for Kelly. The best one gets... some kind of baked confectionary courtesy of me.

A Culinary Cumstain

What's green, shiny and full of ridges? I refer, of course, to the Asian delicacy that is Bitter Melon. First off, I like it which I guess is pretty abnormal for a silly white european :D. The flavour is somewhere between tar, earwax and cum (and the fact that I like it does not reflect on me as a person, honest).
So today I'm cooking some for Alex- you lucky lucky lady. Assuming she does in fact turn up of course, there's going to be so much Malay-Filipino food I will be stuck with the fucking stuff for days, or until I force feed it to Ebony. There's also going to be home-made prawn toast for those that way inclined, tom yum soup with mushrooms and bad-ass bamboo shoots, sweet-sour tofu, rice, vermicelli, vietnamese rice paper rolls, crispy cabbage and wilted choi cum. The only thing I refuse to try and make despite their simplicity is spring rolls. Those are shop bought.

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As it turns out, she didn't turn up. More for me?

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