Confession Time

At last there's hope for Anya. Her latest post (which incidentally goes waaaaaaaaaaaay over the top in terms of dribble quotient) marks a turn for the better as she finally confesses that she has lost her mind. ".... letting the waves carry my mind off. Because, yesterday, it was very good to walk on without it for a bit..." Way to go Anya. You have to realise there's a problem before you can get help!! Later on there's even more revelations that she once found some magic mushrooms and asked a café to cook them but, after they turfed the crazy homeless lady out onto the streets, she walked along with "my saliva dripping in lemony butter". There's a pretty mental image to conjure up. Do people make a habit of asking food establishments to cook something they found lying on the ground? Perhaps this is a ploy to "big up" the mental illness aspect that she must surely be going to use to promote the forthcoming book. Here's a little tip. Save your energy love. The evidence is already well stacked up in your favour !

Anya in her jutting out Kitchen. Did someone say "Eh ehh ehhhhh...."