island in the sun

sunday's hot and i'm alone at home all awashed with guilt and fancy thoughts about nothing and everything inparticular gulping peppermint tea and listening to 90s rock/pop/something/whatchacallit and my friends know me they shower me with topshop vouchers on my birthday - yes sharon that's you this year and at PS cafe where we love to be caged up in fancy white grilles and scraping my feet on timber floors and admiring the brown 70s shelves across at the shop they use to display their bags or something and i bought a dress - topshop - straps could have been classier - but i like it. it is dark blue. my cobalt blue chair comes in next week i think - i chose it because of the name. i also bought a bag - black and architectural - not expensive but it's muji so i can get away with some sort of style; and i was an unruly, unreasonable tempest last night. whenever i feel the spark of the storm i should really just hide in the corner/under the bed/something so i will not unleash my nonsense on the innocent. innocent people i love get pricked - so bad, me. and now i'm getting excited - san francisco with a lover/new york with a lover/doing nothing with a sister in a cold place brings out raw feelings/ visiting friends in foreign countries/visiting relatives i've never met in foreign countries makes for a double dose of a wander-lust ahh - seal the wallet for now and just deal with work very goodly. if you need to blast the records. monday's just around the corner so zoom through the next few hours. make the run a good one yah.

if you want some love make it happen