jenna-leigh.
I'm not a victim.
Bears, banjo, Beat lit, beers, books, balloons, Bukowski, best friends, being broke, and my guitar, Betty.
Waiting for Pete to get out of the shower so we can go make Mexi-feast, and casually wearing all his hats at once.
Apart from the whole being really sick thing, I’m really enjoying being back at my mum’s house. Hanging out with my kitties (especially Max Power, who loves to investigate/lick/sleep on top of my laptop), going for drives with my brother, making delicious feasts with my sister and watching shitty tv and having d&ms with mum. It’s nice to be completely looked after, to be in a beautiful house surrounded by trees and birds, in a clean room with flowers on the bedside table. I love reading in the sun, and enjoying the utter peace and quiet.
I do miss my housemates and my hairy boyfriend; gonna kiss him in the face heaps and stuff when I see him next.
Today has been the last day in a long procession of tiring, responsibility-filled, stress-coated days complete with mopey, depressive filling. I’ve got the new episode of New Girl (fuck you, don’t judge me, you twats), some Lady Grey, my comfy clothes and I’m about to introduce my darling Zac to Adventure Time (The Boom Boom episode).
Initiate Jenna’s self-care day.
Aaaaaaaaand GO.