Oh, what a few days. I've been feeling much, much better so I've been running here and there and everywhere doing all of the things and now I am 100% mashed potato. I think all the tiredness has gone to my face of rather it hasn't because when I was on the tube in London a woman asked if she could take a photo of me because I looked nice and it was like Malaysia night 2010 all over again and a 75 year old man asked me if I wanted to go on a date on a train with him and what is it with me and the past couple of days and argh. Just more and more and more directions, I swear I have the most approachable face in the universe because everyone talks to me and they talk to me first. It must be that demented smile that I have plastered on my face like bad wallpaper. I do enjoy my constant stream of random conversations though, how dull it must be to be boring!
I don't have much medical news, my tattoo is healing much better than I expected, completely infection and general soreness free. It's probably the healing waters of Sheffield fountain-
I love that photo. I love fountains. Although it does only seem to be me that finds that picture slightly dirty. My mind has been soiled by the dirty South, all those dirty Londoners pushing me over on escalators have infected me with a brain of filth. I am so tired and I have noooooo ideaaaaaa what estoy hablandooooooooo!!!! The automated Hallamshire machine thing phoned me up today to check that I was still coming to my appointment and I said yes and it made a note which is lovely because normally machine things don't listen to my voice commands because they don't understand confused Derbyshire lass speak. Does anyone? I suspect not because I'm fairly sure most of the words I use don't actually exist. Whoops, I made a dictionary! Cough cough cough cough.
The sun is my enemy. I thought I'd get better at being in the sun as I got better but I still want to run and hide. I mean, I hate the sun already being the REALLY FUCKING AMAZING GOTH THAT I AM (shut up, all goths wear colour) but my eyes, seriously, where the hell does everything/all the things/todotodotodo vanish to on sunny days? I'll be on the news for walking off a cliff while I'm over the limit for sunshine consumption, I wonder if I can fly. I hope I can because I can't swin and if I can't swim in water then I'm hardly going to be able to do it in air now am I?
I think I should go to sleep. Maybe a painkiller then sleep actually, my legs feel like little ants with knives are dancing up and down them. Up and down and up and down and up and down and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep...
Constanze :) xXxXx
P.s I was having a drink in Mayfair and a really posh looking businesswoman came and asked me where my handbag was from. I wasn't quite sure how to word "The sale corner of the high street handbag rejects stall on Chesterfield market" and make it sound like some kind of obscure designer outlet. Needless to say, I don't think I've helped Chezzie's economy one iota :S
P.p.s Had my shoes on the wrong feet for three hours. GENIUS.
Hey! Funny & crazy post.
ReplyDeleteIt would be better if you try to write everything in Spanish ;)