gritting my teeth to perfection.
i'm georgie.somehow i've made it to 19 whole years old. i can't remember how.
if you hang around long enough, maybe i'll do something really cool. maybe.
so much stuff,
not enough suitcases.
also, on closer inspection, my bike appears to have no pedals. this is a potential problem.
I need to start packing
to move into my house. the house that will only spend 48 hours maximum being anywhere remotely near clean; will never actually have internet because nobody can be bothered to sort it; will probably kill me as it has shitloads of stairs and i can’t do stairs drunk; can never have heating as it’s incredibly expensive.
but still i’m actually moving into a house.
like, my house.
bit scary.
Bon Iver - I can’t make you love me / Nick of time
i may have to start tumbling again.
to all the like, 5 followers i have left.
ways to avoid being productive…
so
i spent all evening working a hell shift at the devil pub whilst my sister had a lovely time chatting to rupert grint.
and my feet hurt.
and i have to get up at 7am.
what is this.
