The end!

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Lingonberry in a jar

I forget - if I heard this song three or four years ago. But it is by far one of my favourites, and today it is apt.

Here he comes, there he goes.

My friends are right.

Next time someone asks me what my biggest fear is, "death" will not be my answer. No -  I am afraid of commitment. The worst part is I don't often realise how I want to be a single girl until I'm completely in, or close to being iron-balled.

The ironic thing is the in-between of being with someone and being with someone, and when that someone leaves. The heart aches, if for a short time. 

But I shall not dwell on this subject. I think I'm teetering on emo - I mean, what's next? Crying to Second Serenade whilst on the train? 

POP! Goes the cork.

I'm looking forward to lots of champagne.

Lots of it.

Crisp and dry, down my throat and up into my head and I can hear Bubbles Devere shriek, "Champagne! Champagne for everyone!"

Is today the day?

I dreamt I died.

My breath fell short, forever, and I lay a heap on the ground. Robert Pattinson carried me to the side, and put my arms in a cross position.

"Don't eat her please," he said, as though the vultures flying above us could understand him. "She hasn't done anything to harm you."

I was dressed aptly in white, and as the hour passed my skin turned a diluted grey. The birds stayed away. I suppose they were able comprehend Pattinson's words muttered earlier - or maybe smotheringly hot humans who act as vampires are regarded with much fear by the feathered evils.

Then I woke up, alive! with an ache in my heart that lies in my chest.

Who says who stays, says who, who says?

So this is it.
A wave of glee,
It thrashes you around
A gulp, can you taste the salt,
Like malt? Not quite.
Why the cynicsm, why the frown
A fear you'll drown?
Where's the buoy, where's my float
None in sight, but broken wood.
I'll hold on tight with all my might.
Eyes shut, now I'm one of the lost boys.
Taste the salt again, this time it's malt.
Oh joy, it's MALT!
There's a float, no, a boat!
Someone will pull me up.
Feed me chips and beer,
I'll bask in the sun as we bob back,
Back; intoxicated on fine white,
Alcohol won't stay, I'm not a lost boy.
I'm a girl, oh a woman, I guess?
Burnt orange, I feel the sting.
Such...such is life.

Rain rain, go away.

OY, disclaimer: Contrary to this post, and the previous posts, I am the average person prone to bouts of negativity - just like any other poorly paid (Fine I lie; I'm not surviving on just oat biscuits) writer out there. Yes I am a worrier who on occasion, overanalyses everything right down to every damn pixel in a text message. Generally, however, I am most certainly as happy as a straight tellytubby.

Pitter patter there goes our feet.
Careful now please let's not trip
Blink once, twice - oh we're blind,
We miss a step and slip.
Raise your glass from below,
No keep your face down on the ground,
An arm goes up - to tilt your drink,
Let's have a toast; to the men who leave
Now lift your head, take a sip.
No, we shall not grieve.
That's done, now bite your lip.

M-e-a-t-b-a-l-l

I write this in the simplest manner, not bothering with fancy details of flavour or taste because it has nothing to do with the actual food.

The meatball was not from Ikea, and contained no pork. I figured it'd be more than fine to eat it but unfortunately, I choked. God it was so hard to breathe, and my face turned a ghastly purple. It wasn't because it didn't taste good - it did, it was SUPER and it was AWESOME - I just hadn't realise how fast I was eating. So I choked. I bloody choked.

I coughed it out, the oxygen rushed back in, and now I stare at the chewed up (masticated, if I must use a more sophisticated word) mass before me. The taste still lingers in my mouth; it makes me think, what a waste. What a terrible waste, to have put so much into something that would cause me such grief.

What really - to put it in teenage speak - sucks though, is that I still want it. I still want to eat it, because I remember how much I enjoyed every EPIC bite.

But yes, it's no good for me. It made me choke, and my eyes water in the process. So that's it. I have to avoid meatballs at all costs.