• My Journal •
Elizabeth Burman Smith •• Diary of an over thinker
Blue for you.
Don't overthink the colour rules.
"Well, lets camp somewhere we've never been each month" .... A damn fine idea
Some days ...
My latest addiction.
Keep a tight grip on your fragile heart.
Once everyone has left, I take a moment and soak up the remnants of the intense concentration left by the artists.
When did the 90s become vintage ?
I miss so much old stuff
Now I just need a room with a view.
Still ... Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, and yet I can't remember your face
The best way to say goodbye
Hay ! Book Festival Booked ...
All the cool kids lived in flats ... in the 80's
I'll just hang out with these two today.
Heavy rain excites me to the core.
I need to find the time to put flowers in my heart
I was in the 4th year of Secondary School... “I bet you 50p I can make your tits move without touching them” The year 5 boy said to me… He then gave me 50p
Everyday is an inky day
Traditional... with a twist
No longer drowning...
The chaos of a full house.. everyone talking over each other.. lots of discussions to dip in and out of..
The elephant in the room ... but it soon evaporates
Occasionally ... to reveal a little is enough
If I wasn't such a coward I'd run away to Paris
I gravitate toward people who are sharp with their humour.. it's certainly the only true aphrodisiac
Don't listen to the baby boomers ... you don't need flesh
I miss France ... I think about it everyday
Some medication will make your brain gradually deteriorate...
I can't remember the moment it died but it doesn't matter anyway because I just cant throw it away... I'll live with the hollow corpse
Im only sad in a natural way, and I enjoy sometimes being that way
look at me, look at me
Contentment is gained from company... I'd advise solitude in small doses
Is it harder to pretend to be in love or to pretend to not care ?
I've just spent £12.50 on a crochet hook ... Im clearly having a mid life crisis
When I can't sleep at night I try to imaging I am walking to the council flats my Nan lived in The Borough, London. I go back to the 1970s and walk up the communal stairs that smelled of Vim and Ajax, onto the top floor landing where I would stand on tip toes and peak past her net curtains and collection of money plants on the window sill ... I fall asleep before I see her
I sold this collage last week and I miss it already ...
Attention seekers choose pink
It all just fades away
A man doesn't have to be wearing a gold chain around his neck to exude, "gold chain"
I recieved a wolf whistle today ... remember them ? men used to give them out quite often in the 1970's/80s before it was considered degrading ... I loved it ! along with the 3 tooth grin he gave me.
oh get a grip you fool
I could chat all day with you... I warm to a unique kind of personality
Im presenting my flair, skill and competence ... so its got to be fucking meticulous