strangerinthesky

is really the only thing i remember from years of learning spanish. my mother demanded when i was little that i either learn her language (gaelic) or my dads language (spanish). i picked the latter. unfortunately, me being lazy, i did all the learning and none of it stayed in my head. i did like the language. it was very pretty and opened a whole new world for me. but i was too busy with other stupid things at the time; namely drugs.
now that i’m all fluffy and nice and clean as a whistle, i’d like to start up again. it’d definitely be worth it, i think.

my own space, my own time, my own room, my own house. MINE. all mine.
i’ll probably be about 50 years old by the time i do this.

ideally i’d have my own pirate ship and wear a funny hat and a frock coat all the time, but since that’s never going to happen, i’ll settle for a little canal boat. if i end up filthy stinking rich i’ll buy a FAT yacht and fill it with whisky.
i’ve always had this dream that one day i’ll be on the thames, near richmond, looking up at the stars listening to jack johnson’s ‘constellations’.
i’d like to live that dream out before i pop my cogs.