Sunday, 12 September 2010
12:19:00 PM (GMT)
I cannot quell this excitement. It's becoming ridiculous, to play the same songs
again and again and to still smile involuntarily at the opening bars; to feel the
urge to jump and shout when it swells inside me and I can do nothing to stop it. I
can't contain this, it's filling me up again and again and again, an exhaustive
amount of thrills. I have never been this happy. I've never been so happy that I
can't even try to disguise it, I'm smiling like a creeper when I'm walking down the
street and I'm trying so hard not to start dancing when 'Nowhere Fast' comes on my
ipod. I fucking hate dancing
and I just want to dance dance dance. This is
surreal. It's not dissimilar to those wonderful dreams that are so real that when I
wake up I am filled with disgust that my mind could create something so incredible
only to take it away again. But I'm not dreaming and I'm so fucking happy, I can't
I've been trying to think of a good analogy for this but I have been unsucessful so
I'll use a phrase I just texted to India.
I want to be an explosion
India and I, we're going to be a fucking explosion, I tell you. We're going to
explode. We shall be dangerously happy and we shall be ever more blind and oblivious.
And Joe, I'm so fucking happy for Joe and his infatuation
. Joe will be an
explosion also, we shall all explode and it'll be too fast and we shan't be able to
contain it and it could be awful but it will be fantastic.
You don't have to be underwater, only the onions do.
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