Stand Alone Spirit

I had dinner…I’m in bed now…I’m actually tired. All I can think about is hot fresh prawn toast and hoisin sauce.

Send help

It’s a week (or more) of selfless acts and ignoring your gut instinct to murder.

I couldn’t sleep last night, although I think I was ‘over tired’ like a child. It would seem that last night I decided to write some teen angst type rant, fuelled by ovulation hormones and go in hard on the guy I’ve liked for a couple years. I also berate myself rather harshly, the light of day giving it even more of a cringe factor.

I’m sure I’ll post it later. Gonna review it myself though. I think sometimes everyone needs to have a good moan, get it out of the system, throw your dummy out of your pram, stamp your feet fold your arms, cry in frustration, throw something and feel sorry for yourself.

I also firmly believe as long as you slap yourself and snap yourself out of it, you could get on with your shit with a renewed vigour. Complaining does nothing for you, but sometimes you get to hear yourself at your rawest and most animalistic, which in turn is horrifying and a great catalyst for change and your human revolution. 

More shit from me later.

They are beyond sensitive and angry. They’re determined to make me cry today as I continuously brush against them by accident. So unforgiving.

I feel like attacking a Mc D’s and a Subway like the hulk. Just smashing through creating x rated burger combinations that would make the Burger King cum on his crown.

FUCKING GANG BANGER HORMONES

I have an IUD implant coming up for its forth birthday. Every period has been different since I had it fitted. But the best thing is that I’m no longer bed bound for five days straight every month.

and introduced my eyes and hormones to ‘Teen Jesus’, Samuel Larsen. I don’t know what the fuck happened but my uterus did somersaults and demanded immediate impregnation shouting ‘MAKE IT SO NUMBER ONE’. He is fine as fuck. Alas, I am 24 and allergic to tapping anything younger than myself or anything born in the 90’s. I own things older than him. C’mon son that’s just not right. 

So the other night as I slept minding my own business, I was subconsciously accosted by this dreadlocked rapscallion in a sexual manor to which all respectable people would deem abhorrent. I had an insane wet dream about him. He bit my neck (which between you, me and Tumblr is the key to my successful submission) and I mean hard! I’m not the ‘Fan Girl’ type but my god I want to kidnap him, chain him up in my room and keep him on a diet of energy drinks, Fruit, Veg and Vagina.  

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