I need to move somewhere hot, let the heat seep into my bones, melt this ice, wear practically nothing, chew ice cubes, put Ella on repeat and just sit. And at night I would wear practically nothing, add eyeliner and go out dancing all night and chew ice cubes.

Fuck, it's ten thirty already? I was gonna do some viro before bed, but I had grossly underestimated the amount of stuff I've piled on this bed in the two weeks that I uh, haven't been sleeping in it. CUNT.

I say cunt a lot now. I've always liked the sound of it *ducks* & now I say it. With glorious abandon. To everybody. In lifts. Out loud when I shouldn't. In my outdoor voice, indoors.

I have missed this bed. Sneakily switched my electric blanket even though it is the best temperature, crisp enough to feel alive as you walk through the night, but warm enough so you're not hating life and feeling suicidal.

I'm also in the mood to find a nice navy & white striped tee.