My journal was hacked. Why, I don't know.

Whoever you are, I hope you're happy with your few minutes of fame in my limelight.

For anyone who managed to come across the short-lived journal entry above, my apologies you had to witness some sad persons' attempt to slander me.

It never ceases to amaze me, the cocoons we weave. We create these protective covers, and all the while believe ourselves to be growing into bigger, better creatures as we make our way in the world. We never stop to think of the blinding dazzle of sunlight when we finally emerge, nor the frighteningly short life-span spent with our senses tingling ( Read more... )

I have compyness ( Read more... )

Computer should be in working order tomorrow. I think to celebrate, I'll feed it chocolate ( Read more... )

Attended my first lecture of the uni year this morning at nine, and now am burning time until my tutorial at 4. 
I really should have organised my timetable a little better, but in a way it's nice to just slow down a few paces.
I've been working almost every day the last few months, but have cut my hours down now that uni is back. It's weird, because ( Read more... )

NYE was a rather evenful evening, starting with work at 4 pm, and finishing shift in the wee hours ( Read more... )

There is no Christmas tree in my parents' house ( Read more... )

"Are there any new men in your life?"

The fact that this is the fourth time this week someone has asked this of me probably has something to do with the fact I felt like throttling them.

Yes, there are plently new men in my life. In fact, I meet more every day.

I just don't sleep with any of them.

Why is that so hard for people to accept.

I'm not ( Read more... )

There is something calming about the city at night. 
The wind rustles the tree leaves constantly, and there's an emptiness in the silence broken only by the sound of the occasional taxi passing up from the beach.
On Mondays, there are few calls from drunk pedestrians bubbling up from the footpath, and the neighbours have learnt the art of quiet ( Read more... )

I heard the weirdest phrase today.

'Petty guilt'.

Kind of like petty theft, only without the glamour.

What. On. Earth.