Hazy Happiness

Do you ever drift seamlessly through moments of euphoria and then sink down the crevices of inertia  in the beat of a heart? I do. Im one of those people that can never just be so so. You know the type, you have a headache, I have a migraine, you like someone, I wanna have their babies, it tastes good, I just had an orgasm..  Then in the same fret of the melody , your sad, I'm on the phone to Jenny from the Samaritans, yeah you know Jenny...shes not from the block. You feel a little run down, Im looking for bone marrow donors,,,

The thing is I seem to do this whilst still  been very understated and whilst accusing others of drama queenness, I vow to try to be less Gok Wan and more Maury from daytime tv....  He reminds me of someone I just cant think who (I bet his a sex magnet in real life).

The man in my life was talking about some dreams he was having recently, that he felt was unnerving, personally I couldn't see the madness he seemed to see, I mentioned something that often comes up in my dreams and he went silent for a while, and quickly the conversation moved on.  (and no I'm not going to tell you, that will remain between me and the shocked him).  I call that top trumps, and wasn't even trying. Maybe I do need help :p

Just as an after thought, I am soon to meet with my on-line wow buddies in London on the 6th. I hope we dont duel......

Random stuff in my head...

Questions I would like answers to...

Its smells so good, so intense the odour clouds my mind.

It tastes so good, so decedent that I need to fall inside.

It looks so good, I can gaze too long or il never be found again.

It feels so good, I have no breathe, I am lost now, I don't want to be found.

There's a girl who looks out of the window each day at 4 oclock and has a number 5 written across her forehead. You would think it would say 4.

I wonder if birds close their eyes to sleep, if they do, do they dream of words or do they dream of something fresh and seasonal...like the television cooks seem to do.

Why does the news of the world newspaper only run stories about footballers shagging women. Where is the world news?

Why was I looking at pictures of people playing brass instruments earlier and thinking it was a sexual fetish?

Why do I like batfink?  I wish Nicola Turkington would read this. He would know why.

I wish I knew where the bracelet was I believed was haunted when I was about 13. Did I really lose it during that talk with Mehnaz and Kellie at the East London crematorium

Why did I feel the need to climb across shed roofs when a teenager, knowing that I would always end up falling through them and maiming myself,

Why did mum make me wear knee high socks.....They only reached to the middle of my calf.

Why did I once compose a song devoted to onion relish?.

Why, quite out of the blue did I shout after a train passing the back of my house "and you can fuck off with the money".....I don't know,  

Why did the museum in Stratford close down?, it was a think of beauty and intrigue.

Why did I lose all matter of control and laugh for an hour constantly when shown a picture of a canal in a history lesson once.

Why do I sneeze when I look at the sun?

Why do I feel like I am the only person who ever watched Martin the vampire movie.