An Almost Face

When I came back from Lincoln today I

Ate some tasty leftover spaghetti sat very small and quiet in the red room practicing becoming invisible watched completely still an ashen bee tumbled out of the fireplace and lazily swooped its way to my lap picked up the bee and set it free outside where it will die because we took away its queen thought about the bee man and his veil like a bride taking away the queen in a big box turned the T.V. on didn't watch read bits of paper or looked at them whilst thinking about other things like how I haven't been to college for a week watched Star Trek for no real reason came online talked to Chris, Max, Josh, Alice, Alfie then Phil still talking to Phil and Josh realised I have very few female friends realised I like about 3 of them only felt guilty OH GOD

I don't want to get involved in mess and create mess. But it's very tempting to ignore my inner Mrs Judge My Mother, and just go with it, because you're nice, and I like that.

I also like Audrey "Her almost face a garden, waiting" Niffeneger, Captain Picard, and velvet eels, so perhaps my judgment is skewed.

Oh, bugger.

My life runs in CIRCLES. I really hate that. This is going to get messy all over again. Maybe I should stop, BUT: good things are hard to find.

But in other news: I went to Alton Towers, with the ever-awesome Joanna, and Dan, and Chris. We skipped most of the scary rides and went on Duel about 10000000 times. Which was completely worth it because you got to shoot zombies, and Dan and Jo screamed occasionally in an amusing manner, or at least in a way which was amusing until one of the giant spiders inadvertently terrified me. Oh, and I have a beautiful camera which I will be having hot, steamy sex with until further notice.

Ohhh, Camera. Don't stop.

I am eternally in debt to the instant mood-improving powers of Ben Folds.