March 2011
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“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing...”
– Charles Bukowski
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“There’ll be no butter in hell.”
– Cold comfort farm
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I like my glass today.
Feel really optimistic today which is a rare treat.
No it wasn’t the sun. That doesn’t make me optimistic, it just makes me drink pimms. Not sure if it was meltdown related and I suddenly opened my eyes to my reality or wether it was a good night sleep but yeah my glass is three quarters full.
Not sure what to do with my optimism as I am sure people will think I am just being...
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So in my new abode of lushness I thought the time has come to go and sit on my chair in my room with a view and let the surroundings inspire my laptop. Sadly the view was covered in fog and I fell asleep with the laptop on my lap. (pretty sure I had a creative dream, that counts right?)
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There was some serious fashion drooling on my behalf going on today. Sitting outside the cafe I had my style tracker tuned in and saw some serious fashion darlings stroll by draped in delights. I wanted to follow (and erm mug!) one girl who was wearing a mystical headpiece that only someone with the face of a cherub and the confidence of a politician could get away with. I treated my wallet rather...
I am so at peace with my new abode. I feel like I am hearing an echoing hallelujah from the property gods.
“I shall stay the way I am because I do not give a damn.”
– Dorothy Parker
A Sunday walk round Spitalfields market. Breathing in the allure that is stalls of goodies. The scent of tasty treats and clothes that make you glad they don’t accept cards, more books than you can dream of and art that your walls would thank you for.
For Spitalfields is a Sunday dream and a wages nightmare.
“Yeah I got made up
Doesn’t change the facts
Just hiding it for later...”
– Me 