Learn an instrument.
And fucking stick at it!
What I wouldn't give to be able to play piano like I used to.
I miss being good at something that I actually enjoy.
Trying to learn the guitar aged 18 is hard. Especially when you've never picked one up before. And your hands are the size of Leprechauns'. And you're trying to do it by yourself because you're too embarrassed to get a teacher cause he'll just laugh at how horrendous you are!
It just looks so damn cool. Wish I was cool. Hate life.
And my midget hands.
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Lesson #53
Meet a boy.
The right boy.
Even if you sometimes think he's the wrong boy.
Cut the poor fellow some slack, he always comes up with a reason for why he didn't put you first. And let's face it, you're not that special anyway, there's always going to be something more important. Get over it.
Because when it's good it's incredible. And when it's bad, it's really not so bad at all. In fact, it's pretty great.
Now I'm not one for all this mushy drama and can quite honestly say I've never felt warm or fuzzy before. And I still don't... but it's just nice to have someone that you can have a laugh with and who'll give you a cuddle when you feel like you're life's pouring away down the drain. And it's nice to fall asleep in someone's arms and to know that he'll still be there in the morning. It's nice to be able to take the piss out of someone without them getting offended. It's nice to get lifts everywhere. It's nice to have all your drinks bought for you when you're out. It's more than nice to have good fucking sex!
It sucks that you're not here. It sucks that trains, petrol, coaches, fuck it, planes are so expensive. It sucks that I don't get to see you for months. It sucks that spending so long away from you makes me doubt if this is going to work at all.
Meet a boy, the right boy if you can. And then don't move 227.3 miles across the country.
The right boy.
Even if you sometimes think he's the wrong boy.
Cut the poor fellow some slack, he always comes up with a reason for why he didn't put you first. And let's face it, you're not that special anyway, there's always going to be something more important. Get over it.
Because when it's good it's incredible. And when it's bad, it's really not so bad at all. In fact, it's pretty great.
Now I'm not one for all this mushy drama and can quite honestly say I've never felt warm or fuzzy before. And I still don't... but it's just nice to have someone that you can have a laugh with and who'll give you a cuddle when you feel like you're life's pouring away down the drain. And it's nice to fall asleep in someone's arms and to know that he'll still be there in the morning. It's nice to be able to take the piss out of someone without them getting offended. It's nice to get lifts everywhere. It's nice to have all your drinks bought for you when you're out. It's more than nice to have good fucking sex!
It sucks that you're not here. It sucks that trains, petrol, coaches, fuck it, planes are so expensive. It sucks that I don't get to see you for months. It sucks that spending so long away from you makes me doubt if this is going to work at all.
Meet a boy, the right boy if you can. And then don't move 227.3 miles across the country.
Lesson #52
Refind your blog.
Hello old friend, did you miss me?
Sorry for the past 6 months of neglect, I've just been a little busy.
It's not as if I forgot you or anything.
Honest...
Hello old friend, did you miss me?
Sorry for the past 6 months of neglect, I've just been a little busy.
It's not as if I forgot you or anything.
Honest...
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