Whenever I'm alone with you

Today I did something really stupid and ran for like eight kilometres without stopping. This isn't one of those things where I'm like 'URGH guys I can't BELIEVE I just did that man oh man I'm just sooo tired but sooo fit hey wow I can run soooo far and fast and watch me go with my skinny little body hellooooo boys!' 


Really, really not. 


I am stupidly exhausted and light-headed and I have no one to blame but myself. I don't even have a skinny little body because, like I exclaimed in desperate despair to my friend today, I just really like to eat. And at weird times, too; one of my greatest fantasies is to make someone think Robert Smith wrote the lines '...spinning round and round, always take a big bite, it's such a gorgeous sight - to see you eat in the middle of the night!' about me eating Weeties with milk at 3AM after getting home from a night out. (Which, trust me, is so much more romantic sounding when you write it down...)

So now I'm sitting here eating comfort cheesecake (exhibit A) and patting my dog on the head as he dozes on the heating duct, quietly getting zen for the next few days of band excitements...


I'll probably blog about it all too, just FYI. But right now I'm going to make an indentation in the couch and look up pictures of Robert Smith, just 'cause. He is dearly aesthetically pleasing wouldn't you say?


(ALSO THANKYOU SO MUCH TO THE ANONYMOUS COMMENTER WHO DARKENED MY BACKGROUND FOR ME. YOU ARE SO SWEET. THANKYOU. COME OVER TO MY HOUSE BEFORE I EAT ALL THE CHEESECAKE AND I WILL GIVE YOU SOME.)