I’m playing internet scrabble. Its gone 1 am and I’m sober. For the first time since moving into my present abode I have a tidy room ( Read more... )

I’m sat waiting for my Sudanese potatoes to slow cook. I’m listening to the first Strangelove album while occasionally furtitively glancing at the football (Poland vS Germany on TV ( Read more... )

I'm drinking Chinese beer left over from Christmas while exchanging alt-rock gems typing away on MSN ( Read more... )

Talking about "My So Called Life" reminds me of just how miserable I was during the 18 months I spent taking a year out circa 96/97 ish........... I will do a big post about this sometimes as I don't think I've ever written a public account of that time and the bad stuff ( Read more... )

I sit on then red leather couche where I do my best thinking and reading. Recently I’ve mulled quite extensively whether it is better to have an unhappy truth or a happy untruth when it comes to the perceiving of reality or whether the either/or of that particular arrangement is a false dichotomy............if I chase the truth of things, does ( Read more... )

At my parents again due to the free alcohol and free internet.

I spent the day numbercrunching again. I'm feeling increasingly bleh about my course. Firstly I'm in a lot of trouble with people I need to impress to progress, but I can hardly be arsed to jump through hoops anymore. I don't wanna be a professional whatever I am, I consider it all ( Read more... )

(this just floated into my mind during a particularly annoying moment of uni pressure..........its not exactly what I'm thinking right now..........its a powerful image though......it reminds me of my hellish time at Manchester uni...........at least I'm not where I was two years ago........but I am looking forward to the day I'm out of social care ( Read more... )

"All right. Listen to me a minute now . . . I may not word this as memorably as I'd like to, but I'll write you a letter about it in a day or two. Then you can get it all straight. But listen now, anyway." He started concentrating again. Then he said, "This fall I think you're riding for--it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man ( Read more... )

I feel exhausted ( Read more... )

I can't post last nights journal entry because I encoded it wrong so I guess I'll have to post two tomorrow. I always loved the Kitchens of Distinction, they were sort of like an openly gay and slightly more political Smiths fighting it out with Ride and My Bloody Valentine. I think they're crying out to be rediscovered (I think perhaps ( Read more... )