There’s a perversity to seeking inspiration for a blog like mine – I’ve developed a sort of sado-masochistic approach to bad situations – I mean, it hurts, but what a fantastic post I’ll get out of this. Only I don’t have a safe word.
It’s hard sometimes to find something – I get up, have a coffee, watch some films and I won’t get dressed until after it’s long since been acceptable. Rock and roll. Which it is, sort of, but only if it were preceded by a massive bender where you trash your house and throw a goat in the swimming pool.
The closest I’m going to get to that wild child lifestyle is teahab. I’ll swear occasionally on my blog, or take a couple of sugars more than I need to in a coffee shop. But that’s just casual thievery and indolence, not a reckless disregard for life, limb and the refundable room deposit.
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