i get a little chill every time i walk past a busker doing an amazing cover of coldplay's 'the scientist', which is not all that often, but seeing as that is the tune people will be humming (or rocking) to when my casket is being lowered into the ground, or my ashes being swept into the wind (i haven't decided yet - maybe it'll be a meredith grey "i brought my mum to work in a baggy" situation) i find it takes a moment before the goosebumps subside.
the thing people don't mention about crying whilst wearing eye makeup is that not only does it sting, but it's kind of itchy. luckily for me, smudge pot and i are tighter than snugglepot and cuddlepie, and has yet to betray me in my moments of need. oh, how american television makes me bawl like a kid who's had its pacifier taken away (mind you, i never had a pacifier in my day, so i sat in my stroller as patient as ever til the day i grew the teeth to bite my sister and everything she owned).
i need sleep help.
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