Tuesday, December 02, 2003
The mind is a very strange thing indeed. Just when you think it's all going your way, it sneeks up on you from behind and bats you over the head.
Take last night for example. I spent the evening relaxing at a friend's house, having stir fry, listening to Women In Docs, Pearl Jam and chatting about life, love, Australia and The Bullring.
Now when it comes to bed time I'm thinking "this is cool, I get to cuddle down next to a lovely young lady". Half an hour goes by and I'm drifting off.
My dream ...
I'm remembering my day from Sunday. I'm laughing and joking with my cousins, aunts, Dad, Mum2. Pull my finger will never stop being funny no matter how old you get! I'm reliving the journey home and the nice brunette on the train that asked to read my paper between Bath and Bristol. It's all Gravy until ... I'm walking through the train station and a crack-head comes running at me and pickpockets my wallet. "Fuck off!" I shout, as I wake up.
Take last night for example. I spent the evening relaxing at a friend's house, having stir fry, listening to Women In Docs, Pearl Jam and chatting about life, love, Australia and The Bullring.
Now when it comes to bed time I'm thinking "this is cool, I get to cuddle down next to a lovely young lady". Half an hour goes by and I'm drifting off.
My dream ...
I'm remembering my day from Sunday. I'm laughing and joking with my cousins, aunts, Dad, Mum2. Pull my finger will never stop being funny no matter how old you get! I'm reliving the journey home and the nice brunette on the train that asked to read my paper between Bath and Bristol. It's all Gravy until ... I'm walking through the train station and a crack-head comes running at me and pickpockets my wallet. "Fuck off!" I shout, as I wake up.
