Sometimes You Don't Need A Goal In

For Years Now I've Kind Of Operated Under An Informal Shopping Cycle. A Bit Like A Farmer's Crop Rotation System. Except, Instead Of Wheat, Maize, Barley, And Fallow, Mine Pretty Much Goes Clothes, Makeup Shoes, And Clothes (i Don't Bother With Fallow). Shopping Is Actually Very Similar To Farming A Field. You Can't Keep Buying The Same Thing, You Have To Have A Bit Of Variety. Otherwise You Get Bored And Stop Enjoying Yourself.

I Think A Lot Of People Still Fantasise About That First Love And What Might Happen If They Rekindled The Relationship.

Still, That's The Point Of Love; You Love Someone Despite Their Flaws.

I Feel All Agitated, Like One Of Those Snow Globes You See Resting Peacefully On Shop Counters. I Was Perfectly Happy Being An Ordinary, Dull Little Swiss Village. But Now Jack Harper’s Come And Shaken Me Up, And There Are Snowflakes All Over The Place, Whirling Around Until I Don’t Know What I Think Anymore. And Bits Of Glitter, Too. Tiny Bits Of Shiny, Secret Excitement.

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.