I want to run and run and run and run and run and run a fucking way.

Despondent, etcetera?

Am fine, probably.  Not very excited about anything at all though, and sick of cycle of glum/overdrinking/work (reminded of 'Sick Cycle Carousel' by Lifehouse. Ah, Lifehouse). I think perhaps I need to... read more? Yes. Perhaps if I read Mrs Dalloway, and then Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close.  Mrs Dalloway is reserved for ( Read more... )

oh my god literally what do i do. so lost. wish i could talk to someone without my default making-light-of-things oh-isn't-life-a-horror-but-hilarious-too ongoing facade, but not sure how else to address/ deal. presumably there is some of me in here somewhere. if there is. can somebody speak to her please, because she is not doing so well.

Feel fucking. slapped in the face. Cannot actually breathe. Everyone, everyone leaves. Well who needs. Best friends anyway. Not I!

Becoming irreparably jaded.

asdsafafas oh my god, new Dr Who special this weekend and I don't like the specials much so not massive hopes BUT! APPARENTLY! AFTER THAT! Donna is coming back for the two final specials?! And Wilf is going to be the main companion for them ( Read more... )

To be slightly more expansive; I went home for the weekend and Mikey came to stay. This year's foster lambs are dead tame & gorgeous and gambol up to you to say hello whenever you come up the steps. I will even forgive Oliver/Big Lamb Ben for putting his hoof through my sandwich >;( It was meant to rain but the weather was beaut, we had a picnic on ( Read more... )

Bit punched in the face about how lovely this weekend was?

I don't even mind too much that I've lost everything on my computer, I am just happy to have it up and running again. I can reaccumulate over time.

(though any mix cds, usb sticks of music, uploads, torrents would be appreciated. entire library is gone other than what fitted on my mp3 player  >_<)

Natalie! Stop overinvesting.

into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends

i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim, sayingly;

(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and, ashes)
-ee cummings