June 2011
2 posts
It's just a day.
I’m conscious of drawing attention to it on this day more than any other, because really- every day is the same. Birthdays/anniversaries/special days, I talk about it and update my status not so much because it’s on my mind, but more because I know it’s on others peoples minds. And if there’s ever a day to guilt you into appreciating your parents, today is one of those...
Different coloured things.
I want to talk to you about different coloured things. We have all these choices, you see. Wednesday, Friday, Saturday or even Sunday? Stay in and buy coloured stuff to ingest or go out and spend a great deal more on more varied coloured stuff?
There’s all this stuff to choose from. Do you want pink stuff that burns your eyes, or do you want brown stuff that people drink by the PINT even...
May 2011
4 posts
Let's dance to Joy Division
Well! I’m on a bit of a journey I think. Some ups and some downs, but more ups I’m pleased to report.
The swimming thing didn’t really take off (fascinating, I know), but I reckon I’ve found something better- angry kitchen dancing. My new routine involves dancing in my kitchen to my favourite songs in the world for about forty minutes after work. I really can’t...
Einstein defined insanity as...
Making the same mistakes over and over again and expecting a different outcome each time.
Clever bloke, wasn’t he?
When my Mum was very sad once, I suggested she get her own theme tune. You know, a song you sing in your head to get you through the day. She chose the Bear Necessities from The Jungle Book. It worked, because she got less sad and then got married. I take full credit for...
Nice girls finish last too.
Today was shit. My brain will just not shut up, or leave me be. I woke up to a declaration of love from a very good friend of mine (mind your own), and it threw me a bit. Plus, I hate hurting peoples feelings. I hope we can just get past it, after all- we are sort of in the same boat.
I fear this post is going to be super emo, so if I’ve already cried on you in the past two weeks, then look...
So.
I can’t sleep. Nothing to do with the fact I napped earlier, and I’m quite hungover.
I’ve always thought these things were a bit gay, and it probably is, but it also feels quite cathartic if you know what I mean. And it beats updating my Facebook every five minutes. Essentially, since I was about 17, I have been bobbing along quite smugly thinking I had it all figured out. Turns...