confessions of delusional brilliance

Candy Necklace

Well it looks like i'm not going to convention.
I wallowed into my room and threw my face into a pillow, i appeared to be making out with it for some time before i realised the difference between rubbing face with it and my ex was non existant.
And now i sit, self proclaimed everything, wearing a candy necklace that to me seems like more of a candy bracelette considering i couldn't even get the damn thing half way around my head.
The circumference of my noggun is high in contension with that of my waist line.
Whilst by 'normal' standards that might be a slightly absurd compliment it's hardly flattering when you've seen first hand the oddly proportioned mass that is my body.

My candy necklace reads 'i love you' only it's 'u' in accordance with primary school law.
I was wondering how it tasted until i wished i hadn't.
I have however managed to derive a certain comfort from holding it up to my nose and sniffing it's heavenly candy like scent.
Ahhh to be young again.
As young as i was when i wanted to be where i am now, only i never wanted to be where i am now but where i wanted to want to be before i was where i am now...

I really like winding down an eventless day with a journal entry or two.
All the pain of this weeks failure and misfortune numbed by the prospect of a new tomorrow. Numbed by the sweet, sweet ever so nostalgiac scent of a self gifted candy necklace.

"i love u".

posted by Ali @ 7:01 PM