This year has been quite the topsy turvy one, but the thing that has most struck me today, is how much I’ve grown up this year. I’ve really been forced to, by a lot of things. 2007 was the year I lost my innocence, but kept my idealism, I’d like to think. I still have to believe the best of people, because if I don’t, what’s the point, really? ( Read more... )

"'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they ( Read more... )

I’m going to violate the entire basis of my last post (so far away) by indulging in some heavy hypocrisy: fuck you, Hillary Clinton’s “people”. Fucking clown shoes. Admitting to the use of drugs when you’re younger is not something to demonize. This kind of forthrightness should be celebrated. God, I hate that woman.

So much utterly fucked up ( Read more... )

You know what my most favourite piece of writing in the whole world is? The United States Declaration of Independence. It's such a simple and yet deep document that, for me, sums up a lot of things I feel. My favourite part: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain ( Read more... )

I had a lighthouse. Now I have a lightbulb.

I knew I said I'd try and break this habit, but you guys know how much I love attention. You bottle stuff up long enough, and there's an outpouring.

There's nothing like watching a blood moon to inspire you. I went and said my farewells to one of my very best friends in the entire world last night, probably the person in the whole world to whom I ( Read more... )

What I did on my Monday, by Matthew Ryan

1. Woke up tired. It seems to happen more and more often these days. Must be a tumor.
2. Cursed my lack of time to cook a proper breakfast, i.e. eggs, scrambled to within an inch of their life.
3. Shower and shave two bits.
4. Waistcoat! I had a very 70's vibe going today for some reason. I love my waistcoat. It makes ( Read more... )

Sometimes I'm not sure if it's the women who confound me, or me who confounds myself when it comes to women.

So I haven't written a blog in a while. I'm over it. I really am. It was a chronicle of a really rough time in my life and I don't regret writing them, but I don't feel the need to vent my spleen so very much anymore. If I have a problem, I have people I can confide in and in whom I can find a degree of solace and happiness in others. So I'm no ( Read more... )

There are days I regret picking such a hard path to walk in my life. This might be one of them, actually, but the thing I’m OK with is that I’ve chosen this particular path for myself. It wasn’t thrust on me, and I think I have the option of pulling out if it ever gets too much. I also kinda secretly ashamedly think there’s something kinda epic and ( Read more... )