should i be writing this??

i smell cigarette smoke. why is my life substantiated by chocolate.

i can not live for anything else other than that. perhaps travelling at high speeds will help

an insubstantial entry, more to come

sunny

what's going on ya'll ( Read more... )

now that uni's about to start, i've come to realise that i won't have the opportunity to lay down and fall asleep anytime i want ( Read more... )

Sweet sweet solitude.

oh what a lovely couple of weeks of seclusion it was. but i'm so well rested... i haven't had this much sleep in a long time. it amost akes me want to cry. but my tear ducts are sufficiently blocked with sleep.

sweet sweet sleep.

so i got a new computer. woohoo. now i can watch dvd's on the train.

do my arm pits smell bad

need to smoke cigarettes when its hot you sweat a lot then you can not breathe any more when you're underwater and its very cold on a winter's morning and frost dusted her eyes when the eyeliner came off we leave a very bitter shell.

today is a nice hot day. must break open this hermitage from with in and breathe real air.

well, well, well. so comes forth the arch-enemy of bachelor-boy... babies and toddlers. whilst the taste of sugar transforms Oprah into a hideous beast; toddlers and babies force bachelor-man to don his cape of responsibility in order to pay for child support ( Read more... )

Hermit man is a superhero, who's power resides in his ability to don a fluro orange coat and still go undetected. yet like all superheroes, his surprisingly inhumane ability to face fear and evil head on without a glimmer of emotion i equally matched by the torment within ( Read more... )