As I was so boastful of my own success, it's only fair that I own up to JJ's. Now matter how blushworthy it is ( Read more... )

Yes! Mission accomplished ( Read more... )

So, yesterday I was really tired and sleepy, even though I'd had a reasonable night's rest. I tried to stay up all day and not go back to bed as it's such a typical thing when I'm on holidays to let my sleeping pattern go all crazy. I wouldn't mind except I like to be synchronised with my girlfriend, for obvious reasons. Plus I don't really have ( Read more... )

I have to share this video of Rose Elinor Dougall and her guitarist Rally performing one of her songs in a park in Austin, Texas.

Isn't she beautiful? Her music, her voice, her words, just go straight to my heart; ever since I first saw her in the Pipettes - but moreso, more deeply since her solo career. Her music is perfectly aligned with ( Read more... )

I think I may be addicted to my girlfriend ( Read more... )

I've always loved March. Wherever you are, it's a time of transition, the boundary from one season to another. I like it.

When Julia and I get married, it should be in March, I think. Then we can be the Brides of March. And people will beware.

aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*floats to the floor like a feather, and rests*

I've woken up early and I can't get back to sleep. It's so unusual for me to be the first one up. Usually I'm woken up by Julia moving about, singing in the shower, shaking me awake or kissing me or just dragging me out of bed. Yesterday I woke up to hear her in the shower singing the Bangles' "If She Knew What She Wants." I swear she knew what she ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day. I've always had mixed feelings about it. It can be seen as such a crass thing, really. The idea of being forced to be romantic, of girls expecting lots of presents and sweeping gestures, and mostly being disappointed by their boyfriends. Actually, there's a thought: Women expect romance and flowers, and men expect, well, some ( Read more... )

I've always had the ideal that it's as rude to be early as it is to be late. I don't know where I get that from, but I feel bad if I'm not right on time. Of course, as I generally use public transport it means I usually have to be early, so as not to be late. It never bothers me though; I just go for a walk, listen to music, or do one of my ( Read more... )