never thought that i could be happy

dear verity, i love you

how was your day? did you dress up as a big fat gay santa, mince down some fatally slippery stairs and then stand in front of a fucking huge crowd of 0-4 year olds and their parents to pretend you're a) santa b) straight c) a good singer and d) not actually insane? okay well then take a look at the bigger picture. i went for a glass of wine after work because, well you read the second sentence and i've come home, tired, sweaty and exhausted, to be greeted with a REAL LIFE CHRISTMAS PRESENT AND CARD SENT IN THE POST. 

there's a world outside your window

current state of mind

i'm writing to you today through the blurry eyes of a sad little homosexual, pained by insignificance, sleep deprivation and an eternal headache. i just burped and it literally resonated throughout my temples as furious echo. also, no matter the brightness of this fucking chromebook screen, any light seems to be making me feel worse. along with food, water, ticking clocks, music and any form of human interaction. but what's new there? it's only fitting to follow up an emo post with something pensive so let's do this. quickly.

if we're brave enough, we won't save it up for later

this brucey did it

i've eaten a whole cake today. not a little cake either. a 6 serving, 132% of my saturated fat kind of cake. as if i can justify that, i haven't eaten much in the past two days and still feel pretty shit. also, i fancied some cake. so i did it and you know what? i DON'T regret it. but there's only so much happiness that layers upon layers of voluptuous sponge, flawless buttercream and decadent marbled cocoa swirls can bring you. the rest comes down to shopping.