Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

I'm nothing more than a line in your book. It's just another date, just another page to be torn off the calendar. Who cares if you spend it on Princes Street in the pouring rain, at a street party where they make you pay to freeze to death, accompanied by a soundtrack of hooligan music and the obligatory drunk crazy person? Equally, who cares if you spend it shivering on your couch, eating Marks and Spencer's 'selection of belgian style biscuits, containing milk, dark and white chocolate biscuits'? The clock will strike midnight regardless of whether or not you have to rush out of the palace in such a hurry that you leave your shoes. It's going to be 2004 as surely if I stay here contemplating checking to see if the heating is on as it is if I brave the elements and go to the pub. We're another year closer to the end of the world, since when has that been something to celebrate? Of course, these past fifty two weeks (is that *all*? really?) have been momentous in their way. I slept with some people, I didn't sleep with others. I stayed up for 78 hours at a stretch, staining my lips and tongue with cheap instant coffee and rotting my teeth with industrial strength Coke. I danced across another woman's floor in an empty house wearing socks and no shoes, to the sound of MTV. I wandered across a field in Brighton in a blistering heatwave, slightly dazed by the unfamiliar sun, slightly drunk and slightly stoned. I hurled myself inanely in bare feet on the grass, in a hot and sticky marquee to the strains of Placebo, with the same nancy boy who took me to see them live for the first time when I was 14. I turned twenty and realised that I would never be a child prodigy, never really be a hip young thing. I fell a little out of love and grew up a lot, I almost lost someone close to me for the hundredth time and realised that it doesn't get any easier. I didn't write in this as often as I should have. Here's to 2004. May it hurry up and get here so people can stop making such a bloody fuss. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower