26 March 2008
eggs are happiness shaped
i think perhaps the blog i posted earlier was a bit miserable. it all comes from too much sitting indoors when it's raining and eating too many easter eggs and listening to aidan moffat. i think perhaps i shouldn't do so much of that, even if he is the new amy winehouse and nothing tastes quite like refrigerated easter egg chocolate. i think perhaps i should get out more and not worry so much about every tiny little thing. i left the house for a bit this afternoon, and when i got home things didn't seem quite so bad after all. i remembered that i love being in the boy least likely to, and that even if sometimes it feels like i'm banging my head against a brick wall, there isn't really anything to feel sad about. because we're just a pop group and we just make pop records and it should be fun. and when i remember that, i feel happy and i want to make more of them.