be more mysterious

i think i’m one of those people who always speaks before thinking. granted, it’s rather funny, but never, ever mysterious. i’d like people to wonder what i’m thinking, rather than laugh because i’ve just blurted out the most ridiculous load of shite imaginable.
also, having just moved in with the significant other, i’ve come to the realisation that it’s quite difficult to maintain that air of intrigue when you share all your space with someone else. there’s nothing mysterious about hearing someone vomiting into the toilet after a particularly successful night on the tiles.
toiletries – !! – also serve to remove a little more mystery. we aren’t naturally stunning, hairless, sweetsmelling bodily-function-less sylph-like creatures.
so yes, i’d like to keep my mouth shut a little more, practice that ‘enigmatic’ look, hide all the depilatory creams / anti-wrinkle potions / torturous looking cosmetic devices, and not ever throw up in the toilet again after a night of drinking.