top up my glass, it's party time. rag or not.

wednesday 11th december 2002 @ 23:40

bloody cramps urge me not to get too excited about the party on the horizon and leave me wondering. tears of yesterday make sense.

lunch tomorrow with a unlikely candidate sees restful days turned into something sociable. a blip in the sunlight will not spoil the view. clouds come and go. changeable conditions. suited and booted i will stun the less interested.

rock and roll.

somebody top up my glass.

reading: strangers in paradise

hearing: bad brit pop

wanting: a chance

fearing: you. you will not be the star. it's someone else's turn