Reality got me bad

I have a mundane job and no life. London was an illusion. It's already been robbed from me.

Now I'm paying the price.

Life is fucking unfair. Thank you very much.

The midnight child of mine

*pic was deleted because it scared tooooooooo many people away... sorry for the inconvenience. :)*

Everyone, meet Rory. My new midnight child. He loves wine and cheese and tea just like me. Someday, we'll sit on the green pastures, drink chilled wine and eat cheese on crackers. 

meh. really. no. please. go. die. thank. you. :) 

The epicurean in me..

... misses the finer things in life... 

sigh, I need patience for the next 3 years to pass...

Oh will my dream ever come true?

The one girly feat I seemed to have honed my skill at is wearing 4" heels. Don't ask me why I actually do feel comfortable in them. Perhaps, its just the classy fag hag I am. 

Most girls I've seen, by end of the night, would be going through death by 4" - taking them off and prancing off in their drunken glory. 

As how two of my favourite lovely gay men have advised me, "Most men are like killer heels. Never ever take 'em off your feet. Try putting them back on and it's gonna hurt like hell!". Rings so very true. After all, it is coming from their own kind. ha!

But this is what I want so badly though - Christian Louboutin's Bouquet platform pumps! My life would be complete. Period. I wouldn't want to be caught dead in this; I want to be caught stomping all over someone's heart in this! 

And I think I'd quite rule my fairy land ever more classy with those on! hahahaha. 

I'm such a sick bastard. LOL

Heartbreak and cure no more

Letting go off memories is one of the hardest thing for me to do. I might have forgave, moved on, and live a perfectly polished life, but in the back of my mind, I have episodes replaying like a broken record.

My life does sound too damn cliche', it's cheesy.

Man, someone help me. 

I'm such a whore.

I was in a book store today, I just miss the feeling of going into one and just soaking myself into countless book shelves with sickening smell that you get when you flick through a book. I just love the way a glossy or hardback feels, I love to flick and tease myself with pictures it has sometimes, I love to fondle and smother a brand new title and I just love a good fiction that mind fucks me hard. 

I texted Jamesypoo and said, "I'm raping books in MPH, save me!"

and he said, "slut... please go get a life!" 

LOL

When the grass smelt delicious