Wren is engaged.

A week or so ago someone left an anonymous comment suggesting that it was time for me to update. A day or so later my internet went down and I hadn’t fussed with it very much until today. There isn’t much to say ( Read more... )

In the darkness I find that there are scratches of hope.

Hope for reconciliation. Hope that this train wreck of a life will somehow rise.

There was none of this a decade ago.

Don’t tell me I’m becoming an optimist.

There are occasions of clarity in this battered little head of mine. It has been a day that was rather uninteresting until Wren called and said one of the more horrible things she has said to me. She does this quite often, well often enough. The funny thing about it is I don’t think she’s ever meant a single one of them. In moments of distress it ( Read more... )

There are many people who know very little of the real me that shakes beneath the skin and assume that it has been a fairly carefree and riotous life. They point to me gallivanting about London, chatting up various rock stars and whatnot ( Read more... )

Like any sensible person who has just had their life handed to them in an urn I went out and cut my hair.

The kind words and support of friends is always nice; however I regret to inform all of you who are inclined to sing my praises that Wren is seeing someone else and that our artistic collaborations are up in the air.

Expect prolonged silence.

Hear Ye! Hear Ye ( Read more... )

Quiet because my heart is breaking. This is the sad truth. Wren thinks I’m the bestest, kindest, most loving friend she could ever want for a non-boyfriend ( Read more... )

It would seem that I am in need of a ride to Coachella, if anyone friendly has space please let me know.