*grin* *smile* *bursts out laughing* in 2014: The Year That Was

Madrid: More flats than a comedown
More hills than a porn star.

It’s unfortunate that the good passes so much quicker than the bad. It’s equally unfortunate that I’ve lost my second Note 4 in the space of 4 months**I check my pockets and find receipts of memories that make the dia worthwhile. Everything in moderation. I’ve slept through the nightmare of more bad years than toes now my eyes blaze, ridiculously awake living the dream!

Though pretty damn sleepy. I’m the Mad Dr with his blowtorch and plyers. Offering up the most horrendously delayed extractions on account the auditorium up above. Down below? We’re tunnelling, deep chasms that get filled with newly acquired services.

IT – As sexy as a big-guy in spandex…on a hot day.

The joys of sifting. Yeah I’m being sarcastic. How many different ways can I ask, ‘So tell me about yourself?’ Though how many ways can people falter so dramatically?! It’s not a trick question gracias. I’m here right now, I’ve never met you before, I only know your name ‘cause it says so right here. This piece of paper, I’ve 23 more back in my desk drawer and every single one of them tells me “I work well both on my own and as part of a team.” Which is great ‘n’ all as I’m suited to neither. Though my affection is somewhat perked a little when I’m wearing the blue check 3 piece.

My 1 pack is fast becoming a Grande Casino. It puts the biggest smile on my face to see my proud belly leading the way. Teamed up with my nose there’s ahead I can’t handle!

The world doesn’t want me to enjoy the wonderfulness of Android!/
**/Though maybe in fact the world just wants me to stop doing coke when I’ve expensive items on my person?