The blue car and the red car had a race.

I love surprises, I really do. To have one of good friends turn up and shoot the breeze for a while was awesome. Made me smile and gave me a lift to Morpeth, this allieviating the anger I usually feel when riding here. So, having a coffee is now a calming situation instead of trying to calm down . Cheers me darlin x


To be honest, all I had in mind for today was riding around, having my masterpiece painted then going home to an empty house (well I say empty, I have Bob, me stormtrooper and all my plants now, one of them is even in flower!!! It wasn’t me, honest) to do bugger all. Now I can frolic in the shopping aisle buying necessary crap like bog roll, milk and coffee (possibly some other stuff, but I’ll be buggered if I can remember)


That’s the problem with a mental disorder really, you either forget what you’re supposed to be doing, or, you just can’t be arsed to do whatever you had forgot to do in the first place (I didn’t know I could embolden things) anyhoo. Just before I left my castle, I was gifted with two parcels through me letterbox, one of them a new fret shaping file, the other my new bridge for my Telecaster (I’ll be able to do some great shit now when I get home) 


I really didn’t have a plan when I wrote this today, I suppose all I intended to do was to get down, for posterity, my thoughts for today. I’ll look back at this entry and scoff at myself for free styling and writing absolute gibberish, but you know what? It gets it out of this empty vessel of a mind of mine, stops all the shit building up and causing a melt down, stops me exploding for no reason (a few of my readers will understand what I’m saying here as you no doubt feel the same way sometimes) 


Now I’m in the flow, I can think of many more words I want to get out there, but this won’t happen today. However, I shall leave you with this thought, If God only wants you for a sunbeam, what’s his plans for the rest of your life?

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