Medication?
Concentration? 
Psychiatry?
A doctor? 
A massage?
Yoga?
Motivation?
Inspiration?
A really fucking long sleep?
A diet?
Plastic surgery?
Neurosurgery?
A new outfit?
A day off?
A three-week holiday in the Bahamas? 
A drink? 
Drugs? 
Hugs? 
Shock treatment?

What do I need to get me out of this rut?

You called last night. I'm so glad we spoke. I should have known you wouldn't do this to me again. I'm sorry I came off as a bitch; but it was all a simple misunderstanding. You can see how I misinterpreted your message. I just freaked out; I didn't want a repeat of last time. However, it has made me realise how strong and beautiful our friendship ( Read more... )

The highs are getting higher; the lows are getting lower. I'm all over the place lately. Arrgh.

I decided to give Punkfest a miss tonight, mainly due to lack of funds. I'm ever so broke.
But it is rather delightful to be home tonight, knowing that I have nothing but several hours of painting, Fathers' Day-card-making and tea-drinking ahead of me. I'm ( Read more... )

Lately, it seems as if everyone around me is sick, upset, depressed, angry, hurt or just generally down in some way.

And there’s nothing I can do to help them, which in turn makes me feel all of those above feelings. I don’t know what to do or say, but if I do or say nothing, I feel that I have failed as a friend. Today, my best friend threw her ( Read more... )

Please don't do that.
I hate mind games.
I prefer the direct approach, myself.

Nat's went off like whipped cream in the sun!

So many lovely people...

Liz: I am truly blessed to have met somebody equally (if not more) obsessive about the English language than I am. And I haven't forgotten - I am still thinking about whose love-child I would be... screw your time limit! Haha.

Sylvie: We shall have many a happy year together as a ( Read more... )

Damn. Just... damn.

What a bleeding stupid thing to do.
If only I had gone outside for just five minutes.
It wasn't what we did that bothers me, it was what he said. 
I'm fairly sure that wasn't just the vodka talking. He's been different around me lately.

I am so embarrassed. How inappropriate, how silly. I haven't even spoken to him yet, because I don ( Read more... )

If you dance with the devil, the devil don't change. The devil changes you. - Max California, 8MM.

"Va jouis dom le mixer."

Translation: "Go play in a blender."

French makes everything sound pretty, non?

Friday: I went to school, then to the city with Aliah for coffee and cigarettes. Caught up with Michael for more coffee before I headed home. Happy day. Me + copious amounts of black coffee = crazy fun.

Saturday: Kicked off the day with a long black. Work was fantastic. I was in such a good mood for the whole eight hours. AND the grumpy coffee man ( Read more... )