I am a pixie.
Pixies taste like shortbread.
Please don't eat me.
I laugh, shout, cry, scream, drink, smoke and buy hats on a regular basis.
I am a small creature, and can often be seen at dusk scuttling towards a pub.
I put everything I've got into everything I do.
I hate vegetables and capitalism.
I am a chionophobe. Look it up.
Read my poems, let me know what you think. It..s ok, I can take it. Just don..t use bad words, they make me cry.
CURRENT PROJECTS INCLUDE:
*Planning my sneaky escape from the Shire*
*Trapping spiders with my pixie wiles*
*Staring for long periods of time at Daniel Craig*
*Seeing how many pretzels a woman can eat before she dies*
*Daydreaming about being a famous director*
*Writing poetry*
*Chasing the 3 faeries Vodka, Lemon and Lime*
*Eating much yoghurt*
*Lighting Amsterdam up and smoking it*
I'm gonna eat jam doughnuts 'til I die, baby.
And now for something completely different.
I love this woman. She is my inspiration, the embodiment of all I wish to be. I am indebted to her and her music. Imogen Heap - a true pixy.
I need to get a cat called Mog. Gotta be done, tbqh.
"A poor life this, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare."
