I need to know I can still make explosions.
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
16th February 2013
The wolf kept angling to do something Thursday night so I spent the best part of the day debating with myself whether the sex would truly be worth having to listen to him whine about the strange noise his washing machine has started making.
I ultimately couldn’t decide so lay on my floor and listened to metal instead.
