red cheeks & exhaustion

There was a little boy lying in the middle of the road, a man in a yellow t-shirt was walking towards him, smiling just slightly. He lifts the little boy up, tries to get him to stand up, but the boy just falls back to the ground. The man lifts him up close to his chest, the little boy rests his head on the mans shoulder, his face is all red, and he's making a frown as he wipes away his tears. The man starts walking back to where he came from, still with the little boy resting on his shoulder. The boy is still crying, until he sees me. He just stops, looks at me, tilts his head. I smile to him, and his little cheeks go from red to normal. He looks at the man, his father, and started talking to him, like he never had been sad in his life. He looked back at me, and kept eye contact while I just smiled to him.

It was probably curiosity that made him stop crying, 'cause I do look a bit different, and I have a tendency to scare children, not on purpose, (usually). But looking at me made him stop crying, and it felt good. It really did.

In three days I'm going to London with my best friend, John. I can't wait, really. I'm going to meet baby Jordan, and nerdy James. - If all goes well, that is. I've got great plans about living on pizza hut's pizza, starbucks frappuchino, and loads and loads of alcohol, and cigs, obviously. It'll be great, and I intend to not think about anything shit, just lock it up for a few days, then deal with it when I get back. 'Cause I do fucking deserve a break.

These days before I go to London I need to put on my awesome suit, and stop being a whiny bitch about my appearance. Time to sex it up, even though it's all pretend.