WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU SOMETHING STIRRED WITHIN ME, YOU WERE STANDING SULTRY IN THE RAIN.

I Bloody Love Orange Juice.
The Band, Obviously.
I Think Some Days I Wake Up To The Fat Bassline At The Start Of 'Rip It Up' Playing In My Head, And That Signifies That It'll Be A Good Day.
Some Days However Are Started Off With 'Never Had No One Ever' And Then I Shouldn't Leave My Room For At Least Four Hours.

The Last Few Days Have Been Really Bizarre.
I Haven't Gone Out, But I Haven't Felt Unfulfilled.
For Example, Today I Learnt To Read Palms.
I Can Now:
- Tattoo Myself
- Cut My Own Hair
- Put On Discreet Make-Up
- Read Palms.

I Am All Set For My Gypsy Future.

Apparently, Because My 'Love Line' Resembles A Chain, I Like To Be As Uninvolved As Possible With Love, And Go From Lady To Lady In The Time It Takes To Breathe In After A Kiss.
I Think The Woman Got Me All Wrong.
I Probably Just Landed On A Sharp Chain As A Child, Which Created Such A 'Love Line'.
Plus I Was Always Leaning On Gravel As A Kid.
'Gravel Leaning Ben' They'd Call Me As I Went From Town To Town...

This House Is Kind Of Becoming A Pensioner's House.
But With More Alcohol And Lewd Discussion.
Someone Insists On Keeping The Heat At Inner Body Temperature - Perhaps More, But It's A Terrifying Idea To Think That To Cool Down I'd Have To Jump Inside Myself.
I Wake Up With A Sore Throat Every Day, And The Place Is Really Humid As Well.
It's Like If Peter Stringfellow Suddenly Gave Up On Being A Womanizer And Acted His Age, But Built His Retirement Home In The Amazon.
Serious.

I Keep Glancing Up At Keira Knightley For Inspiration.
Her Face Is So, So, So Beautiful That Sometimes I Look At It And Don't Even See A Face, Almost Like It's Too Good For This World.
And If You're Wondering, Yes, I Have Watched 'American Beauty' Too Much.

We Watched It Last Night, And The Gurls Were Like 'Oh You See Her Tits!', To Which I Replied, 'Come On Guys, This Is A Beautiful, Philosophical Film, Don't Downgrade It To Tits....Plus She Has Weird Fucking Nipples.'
She Really Does!
They're The Same Colour As The Majority Of Her Tit, So They Just Look Like Little Warts.
Rank.
Although, In German, 'Brustwarten' Means 'Nipple', But Literally Translates As 'Breast Wart.'
So Maybe Her Boobs Are The Only Normal Boobs Ever.
Who Knows.

I'm Rambling.
Send Me Your Address And I'll Write To You, I Need To Buy Stamps Tomorrow, Remind Me Yeah?

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