This is the 9th Dalai Lama...I think I'm the first dizzy blonde one...
I’m trying to type, but I’m not sure what to type. Random thoughts enter my mind, like the fact that I’ve lost almost all my hearing on one ear thanks to a cold, I’m sitting at a laundrette, I’m hoping to sell our couch today, I’m not sure what to throw away/sell to get my things into four suitcases, I’m tired, I’m happy, I’m wanting to cuddle up in bed with someone and fall asleep. I think Romeo exists. I don’t believe in rationality, but I do like sensible people who are crazy. I’m not sure you want to hear more of my thoughts today. I mean, I’m not always sitting coming up with the most clever prose in history. I’m only the Dalai Lama part-time. The other half of the time I’m a dizzy blonde and this blondie here needs to get her washing out of the machine and into the tumble dryer. Maybe I could tumble dry myself as well? For the sake of a new hairstyle? Right, I’ll be back when I have something to say…
