Once, in a press release, I definitely used the phrase “unstoppable rock machine”. I hate my life. I wish all things from the past, except memories could be erased. You well don’t need them. Oh, I mean the written word, don’t I? It’s just embarrassing.
I am rambling. I am half way between grief and delight. I felt this way one time, in November, and that was the day I met Bestie. And then, I lay on the floor and cried.
On Friday, I am going to see Alan, as well as Martin. It is our twelve year anniversary this year. We’re going to celebrate. Probably just by drinking some wine and eating some bread, and then he will try and spoon me in the night but his elbows are too sharp to be condusive for comforting night cuddles, so I will shove him off.
And maybe better than all of that. Donkeys. Donkeys and Tiny Horses. I am gonna hang out with some on Thursday. I really am, and I will probably take pictures. I am likely to make a total idiot of myself. Wildlife gets me giddy. I wonder if I am too old to get my mum to take me to a farm to see Llamas?!
In conclusion. I am not fearless. I guess I lied.
However, on a positive note, I absolutely, definitely have more courage than fear, and some people don’t have that. So, haaaa!
