late night radio and pep talking to myself. the mediums are blank pages on the new notary white bank writing pad - too thin - and a juicy black pen. stella mccartney is a mr. men character. why is she turquoise though?

we lay on the staw mat, legs propped up or occassionally sprawled on the grass. we had strawberries and tiramisu etc. etc. food. a bottle of vodka cocktail each and we fell asleep in bits before the movie started. sharon had tickets to the nokia starlight cinema event tonight. the sky was a thick of gray and the air smelt burnt. otherwise it was a few hours of getaway.

dear girls. i propose a christmas picnic on ying's lawn for our december get together.

christmas is three months away. what have i done/oh heart of mine/oh mind of mine/wretched distractions and wretched losing of purposeful self to fear - be gone/ my life as a novel is less than sensational/twenty five and none the wiser - ? - 'write' something bold, beautiful and powerful/ can't whisper anymore.