Not so much can happen in a minute. Unless you really fuck up like I did recently.
I was in the company of Liquorice in the perfect mix of green grass and grey concrete, and within a minute I went from being in reasonably good physical health to smacking my head against a wall and losing my balance and crunching my ankle into what doctors would call a sprain. Grace alludes me sometimes, my dear readers.
Due to my lack of mojo and excess of time, I decided that when I may not be feeling my most creative, I will photograph. And so photograph I did. I set a stopwatch on my phone and took photos in 60 seconds. The location was my bedroom and the event was completely spontaneous. I went from doing Sudoku and bitching silently to myself to grabbing a camera and considering taking nudey shots to entertain myself.
Unfortunately for you all, nudey shots did not happen.
Here's the result:
No photo is complete without a stray Cazz or cat hair lingering...
Grumpy + volatile = Me?
And of course, no teenage girl's blog would be complete without a slightly emoesque self indulgent scrawl. Sadly, I do this kind of thing when I am doodling through the daily Sudoku with a mug of Earl Grey.