A poem:

They shuffled two by two into the crowded ark.

Heads down. Hands held.

I turned and ran alone into the wilderness.

On sobriety:

It’s currently absolute as I can’t moderate if my life depended on it. Enjoying myself better without it but if I get to the point I can take it or leave it…

I’ll probably take it.

All of it.

At once.

Driving:

I have to hold myself back from winding down my window and shouting and gesturing at people. I think that’s frowned upon these days. Encouragement for the cyclists, thumbs up for the trendy outfits, applause for the parents and ‘take it all off” for the hotties.

Not local:

Oh dear. When they ordered extra hot skinny cappuccinos with sweetener in takeaway cups even though they were dining in, I knew they weren’t from round here. This is a local shop, for local people; there’s nothing for you here.

The running man:

I wonder about the running man at the gym. He is there when I arrive. He is there when I leave. He is there most times when I go. He runs. He sprints. Pours sweat. Bob hairstyle akimbo. No distractions. No headphones. Head up. Eyes focused straight ahead. On what? He’s a machine. An enigma.

*important update: he has had a haircut

A drink:

There was something intimate about the way he took a sip of water from her glass. It was casual. The type of thing you’d do with someone you knew-knew.

Dietary requirements:

I want to be the girl with the most cake. Do you have anything gluten/dairy/sugar free?

Crush:

He rode a bike. He was tall with curly hair and rode a bike. That was enough of a dangling carrot, a tall blank curly slate to project her dreams on. Kind, she decided. Passionate. Charitable certainly. A feminist no doubt and a good cook etc etc.

At the party:

She sat on a stool and smiled a slightly forced open -faced smile. She was conveying with painful effort (literally, her cheeks hurt) that she was a normal functioning person who did things like go to friends’ houses for BBQs. She expressed a disproportionate delight in other people’s jobs, relationships, children and holidays. “Oh wow! IT? Amazing!’

When celebrity couples on my vision board break-up:

Nooooo! I was rooting for you. We were all rooting for you!! How dare you?! So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time. As far as I’m concerned you’re just another picture to burn.

Love and light and run!!!! xxx Yvette

Inspo from:

“Not local?!” Tubbs and Edward. Characters from comedy show “The League of Gentlemen”.

Hole “Doll parts”:

I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache

 Taylor Swift “Picture to Burn”:

I hate that
Stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You’re a redneck heartbreak
Who’s really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I’m concerned you’re
Just another picture to burn

Tyra Banks yells at contestant.

h://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqWMNYSu1-4