Love

I haven't wrote a new blog in such a long time. October last year, sheesh. A lot has changed since then. David is in Wales and has been since New Year's Eve, I have spent every waking moment thanking that he is, I don't know what I did before he was here. I can't even remember. After 6 months of talking online we have now been together for 6 months in person. PC day is on Saturday (PC day being; PEAS AND CARROTS DAY, because we go together like peas and carrots). Eeeeeeeee.

Blue Sunday

I like to think that somewhere in another world there are people just like you and I, and the thought we might find eachother makes me happy.

Christmas Day

I've been space hopping since 6o'clock and smiling like a loon since 6:30. Eeee!

x.//X

I miss Davey.

I'm sure he'll find this picture slightly amusing...if not a little odd.

December 8th..

7-9 makes an almost perfect December. You're always gone far too long and today I've been gone for far too long. Left with beloved absence, and I'll never leave again.

I'll always be a word man, better than a bird man.

I hate it and I fear its absence. A missing piece of the puzzle. Washes over me like a divine, ever lasting river. Captivation. Gives so much and takes everything. Strips me bare until I'm just raw, naked emotion. Beauty. Perfection. The words ravish me. But this won't explain anything. Trying to find a way of escaping. Peace. Strangest explanations have run through my mind. They're too insane. I'm not complaining. I've felt it everyday for years. Tears welling. Shaking. Dizzy. Dreams and imagination. Captivation. My mind balances on every word that is sung. Every single hour, minute and second of every day in every year. I didn't choose this.

Hello, Mr Moon Mendelson.

Mine and David's moon ramble all started with this:
Harriett says:
i want to look at the moon
Harriett says:
but i cant see through blinds
Harriett says:
whats it like?
Harriett says:
is it out
Harriett says:
is it half
Harriett says:
is it round like a wheel of cheese?
Harriett says:
is it a horror movie moon with clouds on it
Harriett says:
is it smiling
Harriett says:
is it frowning
Harriett says:
is it looking away
Harriett says:
im going to look

neither me or david could see the moon
so david said:
dam him ... if we just look over here like this pretending to be interested in this wonderful looking tree my oh my what a lovely tree then spin about and yell ha we can catch the moon out


Harriett says:
the moon will peep out and we will spin and be like gotcha!
the moon sounds lovely in our little stories
he is made of cheese yknow
and silly men go and put flags in his cheeks and make him sad

david says:
in the future when we go allll over space we wont love the moon anymore and he will be so full of countries flags going hello mr moon he will be all prickly and the planets would stick pineapples on him and make him serve food at all the planarties