Monday, 15 February 2010
Last night I danced, or it might have been this morning, who knows. Who knows when you have your dreams, all I know is the realisation of waking up, and knowing that it wasn't real. Just your imagination, deciphering the day you've had into the sub-conscience. Telling you the things you fear, or want, or hate, or love. Why do I want to dance so much, I hate dancing, it makes me feel like an idiot.
Dam you slow moving millie.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
Seriously I need to know, Melissa, my only follower, don't worry if you don't have time to read and comment that fine, I'm just so nervous about this dam portfolio, and want to make sure I send good work.
How can I make this good.