Stabs At Happiness

Well.
Today wasn't that bad.

Surprisingly.

I got both of my Media mock ups done.

And once again I've got a dictaphone from college.

Which they won't get back for ages.

Because I don't remember to take it back.

And all that panicking last week about English coursework was very unneccessary.

I wish to have the house to myself for longer to be honest.

I'm enjoying it.

Meal tonight.

I'm rather excited.

Plus I'm starving.

I may wear red lipstick.

However if I look like a tart, I won't.

Because it's only a meal.

I'll save the tart image for another occasion.

I made a decision on the bus today.

My life is about me.

And I should stop making it about every other fucker that buggers me around.

Because that's why I get depressed.

NO MORE.

I'm going to be selfish.

And make everything about me for a while.

And the few that actually matter.

Thanks.

I may consider becoming a bitch.

Maybe not.

That's perhaps a bit drastic.

Drastic Shmastic.