hello, I am having a rather B+S shaped crisis.
I've got exams starting next week, and I am meant to be revising, so
I am staying in on a saturday nite (whoops, blew my cool already!). But
i feel lazy and as if I have already done enough work, so i am lounging
around, listening to music and swinging my feet. gazing out of the window in that
teenage 'everyone is having groovy times, i'm the only lonely one, only
my record collection understands' kind of way. Well, the thing is this:
last week a gorgeous sinisterine gave me a copy of tigermilk, which really
was making my revision go with a swing, all the things i know now, i know
to the tune of 'You're just a baby'. This was a good thing. However, I
am scared that i have overdosed and now i'm just wallowing in being
miserable cos the voice on my stereo makes it sound so pretty...
I've lost the real pam and become 'senistivepam' a creation of my tape
collection, who exists in a parallel universe...
i need to snap out if it, but i can't... and i already sent my turntable home
with my vinyl collection, so I can't even wean myself on to the loopywaves etc.
I stand here as a warning - of the perils of addiction...
love pamela xxx
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