This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Friday, 13 November 2009

After The Storm.

"And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair."

Ahhh beaut-i-ful shit.
Tonight is about sexy drinking. Hopefully without hangover tomorrow because I must make the most of my full weekend off work. But tonight will be about getting out favourite dresses and sexy little boots and eating pizza and drinking wine and all those amazing cliches which we love because they do have the effect of making us feel better.
Let's genuinely hope, in all senses, that the storm stays away tonight.