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Posted by Rachel de Blanc
April 8, 2009
Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs
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You can hold it all at bay so long, then without warning you’re engulfed and flooded, squashed and flattened, sopped and splattered.
It almost helps just typing that out, but opening the window and screaming ‘For F***k’s Sake’ feels more appropriate but it’s a shame to spoil the sunlit Spring air with profanities.
Oh, so what do I mean by everything? Well EVERYTHING!
My everything is professional, personal, financial and yes, sexual - by which I mean gender.
Did Morrissey ever pen a song entitled ‘Today Everything Just Got To Me’? Well if he didn’t he should have. I can picture him spiralling around with a Gladioli stuck up his jeans, quiff bouffant under Top of the Pops lighting. So this blog - and you dear reader, become the unwitting recipients of self-centred narcissistic rubbish like this. Thanks for the service TW, otherwise I’d been cutting this into my arm like a Manic Street Preacher.
It’s a lovely Spring Day. Pleasantly warm, fluffy white clouds. I’m sitting in a lonely place, typing. Perhaps it’s time to get out and smell the roses.
