Life’s Funny

This feels like a hangover. Hanging out with your friends till 7 in the morning is cool but sleeping at 9 and waking up at 2 is not. Im happy that we can still do this but the kind of sleeping hours I clock leaves me in bewilderment. Nevertheless I am stoked for some super exciting plans we have made for 2011. I fear for my life though. Such extreme happiness borders along the boundary of misery. This is not good for my heart. I hate the feeling of being pulled back to reality just when ure getting used to having fun in your boring pathetic life. Actually, right now, it feels exactly like Ive had one too many jägerbombs last night. But no. In actual fact, there was no alcohol involved, no rave parties and it was already so fuckin awesome. Can’t imagine if being intoxicated was being added into the equation. But a glass of red wine would have been nice.

Speaking of which, I got a bottle of pinot noir in marks and spencer recently, grabbed a slice of blue cheese and some nuts along with it and decided this would be my dinner for the night in cold london. Now, just in case ure repelled for my love of blue cheese – you have no idea what ur missing in life. Anyways, that bottle of pinot noir might have been the most beautiful thing that Ive tasted. Just imagine fresh berries bursting in your mouth. Major awesome with my smelly cheese. In digression, there is a food column in Sunday Times that always asks its featured person what would his last meal be. I always wondered what would my last meal be. What would you want to eat for the last time before you die? – I have my answer now. Please get me that kinda pinot noir and some really pungent melt in your mouth blue cheese accompanied with nuts. I think that might actually make me die happy.

I realise I haven’t been blogging much, and if you have been checking back, you might have noticed that too. And then now, when I start typing, it seems that I have endless things to tell. I wonder does not having enough sleep makes one babble on rapidly and incoherently.

Anyways, I have been out a lot recently, not doing much but yet felt like ive done a lot. Worked my ass off and saw the dazzle in my accounts on every 21st. It is not a lot, but Im really motivated by the number of ker-chings I hear monthly, and then along with it the possessions I acquire in my closet. Ohmigod, the alexander wang dress that hangs in there now makes me scream in excitement. Now, that makes me extremely happy.

Speaking of extremeness, I went for a tarot card reading recently and along with many other things she said, I only remembered her saying this vividly, “ure extremely intelligent, so so so intelligent it…” in case ure wondering Ive forgotten what else she said, Ive recorded the session in my phone. See. Extreme intelligence. Ok, actually it was Sally who told me that I must record the session! Haha :p

And so…my hunt for my extremely intelligent look! Watch out!