(This journal entry isn't mirrored, because.... well it's a bit shit really)
</u>Publicly speaking, this is a futile and imprudent exercise in indulgence but I'll do it anyway. In fact I promised myself I wouldn't post this and I'll probably regret it. You see, I hate those overly personal journal entries. You know the ones where someone vomits out their deeply serious and personal shit. I could write a journal entry that would shock, worry and move you. But I won't. But believe me when I say it has been a tumultuous last week for me. Sometimes hellish, sometimes heavenly but I'm OK - just. There are somethings that just don't belong on the internet and besides I won't bore you with the details yet, maybe in months to come.
What I will say is, when I was standing under the splendor of the huge, arcing, state of the art roof at Terminal 5 trying to think of something deeply profound and heartfelt to say, all I could think of was....... 'thank you'....... heh, and there was me thinking I had a way with words.
But I tell you what, I never ever meant it as much as I did right then.
This week I recommend:1. Just Juice bottles
This week I do not recommend:1. You wouldn't believe me if I told you
This week I really recommend:1. New baby has arrived
