Today on the way to work I had the ultimate pleasure of reading some kind of party vibe gother’s diary with tassley cowboy boots [or was it bag] and stripey leggings and perfect makeup. I was of course rubber necking over her shoulder as she was re-reading herself in the skull adorned volume filled with scribbly turquoise writing [perhaps a Muji pen].
“Perhaps if I was taking anti-depressants I would feel better but then I would not be experiencing this pain that keeps me alive. I just want to go on knowing that I am not part of the network.”
In other news, I made the coffees today at work for a change.