Fairy tale of New York
its seven thirty, in the morning. yes. im awake...not thats the wrong word to use...im UP.
Also, i was up till twelve thirty making shortbead bikkies. YES. baking.
Also, i am going to Sydney tonight. Yes. the night train. That so swetly involves sitting next to some weird lismore guy (you know with no teeth, a jack daniels t-shirt, thongs...) and not being able to read, because they turn the lights off. It also involves freezing my ass of, as they tunr the air conditioning UP, when the lights go out...of course my butt gets cold, but worse then that you cant get comfortable. you dont want to have your arm or leg hanging over aywhere near the Jonny Spitts character next to you, you start to fall asleep, you think, "yeah, now im good", and your butt comes into contact under the arm-rest, with a hard, luke warm butt, that is attached to Jonny. You are both awake, you both know it has happned, all you can do is cringe and suffer the 12 hour long silence, or until one of you get off.
yes. i love christmas.
Im gonna miss you.
Also, i was up till twelve thirty making shortbead bikkies. YES. baking.
Also, i am going to Sydney tonight. Yes. the night train. That so swetly involves sitting next to some weird lismore guy (you know with no teeth, a jack daniels t-shirt, thongs...) and not being able to read, because they turn the lights off. It also involves freezing my ass of, as they tunr the air conditioning UP, when the lights go out...of course my butt gets cold, but worse then that you cant get comfortable. you dont want to have your arm or leg hanging over aywhere near the Jonny Spitts character next to you, you start to fall asleep, you think, "yeah, now im good", and your butt comes into contact under the arm-rest, with a hard, luke warm butt, that is attached to Jonny. You are both awake, you both know it has happned, all you can do is cringe and suffer the 12 hour long silence, or until one of you get off.
yes. i love christmas.
Im gonna miss you.
posted by Wiggy at 7:34 am
1 Comments:
It shan't be long until that hard, luke warm butt contacting you is mine again.
I'm going to see if Mum can meet you in Coffs, at the train station, to give her present to you.
It'll be a laugh, at least. As long as one of us can laugh, and share the laugh with another, life is worth living.
enjoy Sidenie.
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