We went to Gretna yesterday for a couple hours and at the end of the day I managed to figure that my anxiety is like pulling an all nighter you know like how you have to get over the hump of tiredness and then you basically have to endure this hyperactive episode for the next however-many-hours. We took the bus to Gretna and I felt a lil bit sick but afterwards I felt fine and we went to Topshop when we got back home and I didn't feel sick or faint whilst waiting in the queue it was great!!!
Now George is sleeping with his mouth gaping open and if he isn't careful spiders will crawl into his mouth and eat him from the inside-out.
Last night I blew all of my money on this Levi's jacket i found on ebay for £25 and George bullied me into buying it so i did and now i have no money for anything but i'm convincing myself it's okay when it isn't. I have no money. If I lived by myself with no parental hold on me I would be lying in a gutter somewhere with nothing but my vinyl collection, a can of dandelion and burdock and a packet of tea with nothing to drink it from. And a Levi's jacket.
Also whilst in Gretna I bought this super groovy Keith Richards book which has loads of fab pictures of Keef and some text written by some old guy which I think is good. I would hate for an autobio to be written by some young journalist who claims to be musics biggest fan and claim to know stuff about what happened in a mans life 40 years prior to his own birth. Although I do skim the text to skip to the photo's and the text is capitalised for my tiny brain to understand i just kind of drool over Keith's beautiful face. Even if he is 70.
rachel xoxo
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