Diagonal Thursday

Unleashed my deepest thoughts & desires into my journal in the wee hours of this morning.

Locked out of the PC station in the pool room between the hours of midnight & 9am. We were making too much of a racket at all hours of the night so we’ve been clamped down upon with restricted opening times, dammit!

So I went to town about my love life in my journal instead. Rrriveting reading: for my eyes only, safe & sound in my cosy room. Except I could always photograph it & send it to my beloved, as I’ve done before. Scarlet for me…not. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about anything, all I know is my own mind & I am one with Universal Consciousness. God.

Feeling dizzy & diagonal this heavenly Thursday. The Great Escape was showing in Film Studies class this morning but I zoned out & left early. See, I shoulda got stoned beforehand but I got stoned after instead. The skids were under me though…money in the bank & a compulsion to spend it…fuck the film!

All I purchased was the perfect pair of earrings. Small silver diamante hoops. Whoop! What an impressive collection of earrings I’ve collected since my last exit through the doors of the psych ward. Well I’m never going back there! Ever!

Nicely loved up & raring for a big gay night out tonight with my homo homies Bernard & Queen Anto, dressed in drag, as he does.

Dressing up in red & black tonight. Liking my Lycra! Short stretchy top & bottoms, ready for yo yo yoga on the dancefloor!

Dying for a response from Simon after sending him a message saying he’s my favourite man in the Universe! I do love to keep pushing my dreamboat out. Push the crush!

Plenty of time for powernapping this afternoon but my bed is strewn with clothing Even though I was psyched up for yoga this evening, I’ve decided to give it a miss for an earlier kick off of the craic. Not that yoga last night wasn’t great craic…sailed happily through the entire standing & floor series, sweating buckets, keeping cool as a cucumber. Man am I fit! So 5 of my merry men have been telling me. It’s a London thing, innit!

You’re fit & you know it. So do I.

When my Film Studies course wraps up, it’s back to Creative Writing on Thursday mornings. Yippee! Love Creative Writing! I’m just not cut out for kicking back at 10 or 11am to watch a flick. A constant blog weaves its way through my head. We finish at lunchtime & I leg it home to unravel my thought processes onto my PC. Morning time is my high time for daily creative expression…as the day unfolds, my physical energy is overflowing & I anticipate the pleasure of exhausting myself physically in the hot yoga studio.

No more college from tomorrow until next year. 2020. Sure to be a 43rd memorable year for me. Oh gimme sweet freedom & I don’t know myself. Zero responsibility expected of me by anyone & everyone. I said I’m free to do what I want any old time, yurt…as in yesss.

Best Christmas ever so far, having the best craic I’ve ever had at this time of year. Sure haven’t been hibernating, anything but. Roll on 2020, rock on being a psychiatric outpatient instead of an inpatient this festive season.