a weeks worth of rambling...

I need a minute on my own
I think I’m having a secret love affair with the Liam Fray type in my head.
It feels good.
Who else could woo me with words of bullion?
How can I create a work of art?
Domestic bliss? Are you taking the piss?
A few years and eighteen shades of brown are all that separated us.
We could have got married, I could have carried some of your sons.
Do you remember that time I raised my voice when you said you’d never heard of The Smiths?
These type of relationships never last.
Oh darling can’t you see that it’s got fuck all to do with me?
Please don’t pretend that we’ll stay friends.
Because you know as well as I do, that will, that just will never happen.
i’m not going to sit here and lie and list all of the ways I’m supposed to love you.
I think we both know that we’re young and in half a years time I wouldn’t be yours and you probably won’t be mine.
Yes, Liam Fray would write the most amazing song about how he didn’t really love you in the first place or that he completely loved you and you left him.
These Liam Fray types are probably no good for girls like me.
Scrap that, I’ll have a love affair with the book type…
Maybe the Nick Hornby or the Tom Robbins type?
The Liam Fray types only last a few months.
That kiss, it lasted too long and we probably shouldn’t have danced to that song.
It was nothing.
It was everything.
Why is it so hard to explain to you?
I know that I shouldn’t.
But I enjoyed it.
The lust, the lack of trust, the temptation you fought.
When it’s good it’s very good.
When it’s bad, it’s very cold.
Just pull yourself together.


The one thing I will always miss about home?
Manchester.
The one thing I love to hate about home?
Wigan Road.
The one thing I know will always be apart of my life?
The Masons Arms
That will never change.
The one thing that will always remind me of home?
Winter Hill.


And look at me like that again…
And I swear I will twat you, I’ll pull you’re hair just for fun sweetheart.
For the record,
I collected vinyl before it was cool.
I’ve got more 7” than you’ve had shags.
But no I would never trade.


I’ve decided I hate American pop stuff.
But it’s like a secret love in small doses.
Because it’s so sickly…
But so likable.
I mean what the hell, the top down in the summer sun?
The day we met was like a hit and run?
And I still taste it on my tounge?
Firstly what the hell is summer sun?
I’m English.
Secondly a hit and run? Surely that’s a bad thing.
And thirdly…surely a hit and run tastes of panic, chaos and blood?
To me not a good start to a relationship.
I am rewriting this song to make more sense.
Top down in the winter rain.
The day we met was like something and something.
And I still taste it on my tongue.
I used to be love drunk but now I’m hungover *shakes my head*
You wouldn’t get this from Joy Division.


And my lyric of the week…
The neighbours complain about the noises above, but she only cums when she’s on top
James – Laid.



Maybe me and you were never that tight?
You’re having a shit time well I’m having a ball.
I wonder how many hits a heart can take?
I adore how certain songs make me feel about certain things.
And it will forever amaze me that at the time it’s such big deal.
It’s the worst thing to happen since the last horrible thing that happened.
Then when you look back at things, it wasn’t so bad at all.