I am writing this,As I try to wind down,The arse-holes of this earth,The things they say,Not even thinking,Wind me up,I've just exploded,As the result,Of one of these,Opening their trap,I'm wanna calm down,But this takes time,I cannot sleep!
...and look out onto my garden. The sun is low but bright and there is frost on the ground. If I look to the left I can see my neighbour painting his shed and if I look to the right I can see my other neighbour smoking.
The sky is bright and clear, the kind of blue...
And Im waiting for my GHD's to heat up before I can iron out the kinky afro.
But I dont know what to say. I guess Im just bored. I need new straighteners, these ones take too long to heat up these days.
...and pray it doesn't come out too ginger, although it shouldn't, but I do have enough black dye to go over it if it does.
My finger tips have gone white because the crappy gloves seeped the bleach through them somehow. And my hands stink of hair developer.
I sometimes wish I...