they've got square rooms, i've got a square butt

i have officially spent a total of 8 hours being bounced from the clinic at dover to alexander's a&e, to various different rooms within the a&e, and finally to the optomology department. probably the worst way to spend the day. ever.

on a seperate note: congrats to ben & cheryl!!

on a seperate-r note: thanks isaac for letting me mooch around at your place. so what did you eventually get up to when we left ;) ?

mental stimulation

it's about due time i picked up a book again.
the bell jar by Sylvia Plath. heard a lot about it but never really got down to getting a copy, until yesterday.

*correction
she died by asphyxiation from a gas stove and not from putting her head in the microwave.
god only knows how i came up with that. that is a fucking morbid way to die by the way. to first smell your hair burning, your skin drying, your eyes hardening, the heat permeating through your scalp...i don't even know whether you'd be conscious enough to feel your brains getting cooked inside.

not that i know anything about putting heads into microwaves.

just saying.

re(re)new/fresh

why am i doing this? why i am back here again?

i can't really think of a good reason why and frankly i think (there we go again!) i've done enough thinking and pondering this week to last me for quite some time. so screw it with the reasons, i'll address them when the situation calls for it. *probably never

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random thought

i'd wear you like a pair of ballet flats
on my left, when you're meant for my right.
it won't be comfy at first, but it won't take long for me to get used to it
but somehow it'll look wrong.

i'll be the girl stuck with wearing wrong sides of the shoes
and it's only natural, only normal, for me to want to switch sides.