Monday, 28 December 2009

want these



Have been sales shopping today but bought nothing. Not sure who thinks there's a recession in the UK as the city centre was manic. Now pretend I've written something about consumerism never being satisified here, with a wry smile about how lost humanity is. Don't pretend you didn't shudder at the repetitive smug vitriol therein.

All that to say - I want those boots.

Friday, 18 December 2009


"You're the worst kind of high maintenance. You think you're low maintenance but you're not." EA has told me this more times than I care to remember. It's whip-smart true, a rising welt of character assassination.

I repeat this to my boyfriend (perhaps we should name him) as I follow him up the stairs in a book shop, searching for a long-ordered vegetarian cookbook. I fall over my own feet and a step and as he rolls his eyes I stumble upright and regret the truth of the statement.

He replies You're not high maintenance.
"She meant emotionally."
...Well, yes.

But, I would be fascinated to meet the person who is unguarded from the first instant, always. Who doesn't measure themselves out, dose by dose, seemingly relaxed but judging every movement minute message.

And now we are here, and giving of yourself is comfortable, in a manner.
And it is good, despite the gift.

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

it's definitely nearly the end of term

Exchange between two of my favourite lawyer friends on facebook:

Italian Friend: better than fucking allotment and transfer of fucking shares! the whole class was hangovered from a late night at [name of nasty student club] and we got told off by head of department...yes!

excuse my French.
CW: excuse your English. Hangovered?!?
IF: sorry mate. It's street English, yo!
Me: :D