Well I’ve passed the 1000 views. Took a long time really, but what did I expect? I really have to get some work done – but I’ve just not got the time. I can’t wait to start my fine art course. I’ll probably be able to put up something new everyday by then.
Still, I think it’s more than a month away yet – and I really am bored. Though my job keeps me going, it’s not exactly what I want to do.

I want to be swept away by a tall dark (yet v.pale) stranger. I want to be wined and dined. I want to be raced around a ball room in a huge flowing Victorian evening gown.
I want romance and excitement, I want flowers and chocolates. I want my stranger to take me away from the boring and mundane rituals of every day life.
I have to believe there’s something more, otherwise what’s the point in being alive? What’s the point in having such an active imagination if ultimately it means nothing. It’s setting you up for bitter disappointment.

Right ok – enough with the ranting, I’m not sure where it came from anyway.

G’day

Victoria x