Old man time is a grumpy old goat and waits for no one. Sometimes, just sometimes, you want him to run and get you through to the end. Others, you want him to slow it down just a little ( Read more... )

Well, online and a few minutes up my sleeve. I'm alive, reasonably well (though I wish the cold would sod off) and have caught up with some people lately I haven't seen for years. Still want to catch up with others though ( Read more... )

I overuse the word sorry, but this is possibly because I've been curred and so that particular feeling is overused on the inside ( Read more... )

Why is it that driving is so compelling for me? To me, it's all that I want to drive. I guess, like some people get into the many emotions of film and music for example, I see that same human emotion in the works of engineers and designers in the cars. A Bentley's woodgrain dash and leather seat, the staccato of a ferrari on the limit, right ( Read more... )

Well, Last weekend I took dancing lessons with Ayame. G-speed holds a drift day at the collie sprint circuit every so often and so I paid up my 45 bucks australian for a 'teach yourself how to dance' session. Took her to the doc across the road to get her checkup (oil and coolant change.). Started a little better again. Ayame does like to drink the ( Read more... )

And this love of mine is oh so beautiful a thing, like all such relationships. Sublime, young at not even 16 years young, a joy to behold let alone as one's own and yet there stands such a vision near me. Petite, light but not thin. There is proportion in the body that is a work of sculptors and curves to delite an eye. But these are not supermodel ( Read more... )

Not feeling quite so utterly disgusted with everything in general at the moment. It's the strange thing about being this way. You know you hate 99% of everything but you sort of think, "Eh." and do things that annoy one part of you just so at least another is happy ( Read more... )

I need determination. Pity I've been raised to be walked all over. I'll admit I'm nothing more than a puppet for other people to play with, and they do. My parents pull my emotional strings so much that I am filled with hatred for them, contempt, apathy and fear. And because of this I'm this way with most people ( Read more... )

Urgah... What a wasted monday. That bad, that big a waste, that uneventful, that useless, that fetid, pointless... that I even wrote about it here in this dumb journal. What a goddamn sucky April 1st. I must be a fool to waste a day this badly...

Somedays you just HATE the prospect of going to work. I think it's kinda justified. The weathers already crappy and the kitchen where I wash dishes gets humid...

Bleh, the things you do for money. Still, better than having none.