"So what kind of guy does amelia go for?"

oh and wouldn't you like to know... *wink*

it scares me tt he is the God-fearing type (is this how andrew felt when we used to go out?). wat are we both looking for? i'm always afraid tt pple will see in me more than there actually is and miss the things tt are actually there.

[a little sidetracking: i realise tt everyone is building contacts and doing freelance jobs. wat have i? oh fuck. ok, point made. moving on...]


You're the prince to my ballerina
You'll feed all the people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
And you would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners
You ask 'how's your week?'
You give love to all
And give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding
The sticks and stones
And feel the unknown
You feel like home
You feel like home

You put my feet back on the ground
Oh, did you know you brought me home
Yeah, you were sweet and you were sound
Can you save me

You're the wars in my summer's breeze
You're the ivories in my ebony key
You would share your last jelly bean
And you would somersault in sand with me

You put my feet back on the ground
Oh, did you know you brought me home
Yeah, you were sweet and you were sound
You save me

You put my feet back on the ground
Oh, did you know you brought me home
Yeah you were sweet and you were sound
See I have tried
You still bring me around 'n around 'n around

(Somersault, zero 7)


i don't want wat's good for me and you have to understand tt.