Random musings from my head – presented here for your amusement or as evidence when they finally come and take me away…..
If I’d just said ‘Fuck it’ and kissed him, what might have happened?
Did you honestly look in the mirror and think ‘yeah, I am looking good’ before you left the house? The mirror was lying.
I really want to take a power washer and scrub Union Street from one end to the other.
I want a hug.
Am I actually any good at this, or is this just a case of the Emperor’s New clothes that no-one is willing to ‘fess up to?
I can’t flirt to save my life, so why am I convinced that Gary Lightbody would fall into my arms the second he met me?