had one of those... gory dreams... lots of guns and knives and nasty shit like that. my mind probably sensed impending doom after i didn't write in my el-jay yesterday. apologies to all those who also had scary dreams as a result of shock. it will be soon be ammended with this handy 'meme'.

1. One book that changed your life:
i've been thinking ( Read more... )

ah, so i was about to sort out my junk. i got distracted and had afternoon tea instead. there was an article in g2 about afternoon tea, apparently tea is going through a renaissance. i also fell in love again with ani di franco, and resolved that yesterday's su doku WON'T BEAT ME.

should i feel bad about battling with a newspaper time-filler? ( Read more... )

It's a shame that my mother really thinks I'm doing nothing productive this holiday because yesterday I reached the biggest milestone so far in my poetry and actually performed at the open-mic night. Easily the most frightening thing that I've ever had to do, and yet, I had to do it to prove to myself I was serious and to prove something to the ( Read more... )

Still not quite sure how to refer to last night, I think it ended good? Emailed Louis when I got home, felt like talking about shit but I couldn't put it in an email. This is what happens when Emma's gone. Walked home. Think Steve had some sort of reserves about that but he didn't really dispute it so I was free to have my brush with death at 3 in ( Read more... )

revision revision revision, trotsky trotsky trotsky, economy economy economy, politics politics politics, shrink shrink shrink. no i don't need one, my problems are in fact shrinking into insignificance because of all this revision and trotsky and goddamn dictatorship of the goddamn fucking prole-fucking-tariat. got my phone back today, figure i'll ( Read more... )

I'm going to tell him I can't see him. This week at least, it's messing me up.

Man, I've left my phone at his flat. Great start.

I've got to condense the past few days now into what i consider the 'important parts'. All i can think of is that once again it's light and i'm still awake. It's been the most exhausting weekend of my life, I've easily worked twenty hours. I made friends with the hottest guy at boston tea party. man. I worked nine hours today and went out after ( Read more... )

that's it; i'm going to the shops to buy a parcel and then after that i'm never going out again. the world and life can sail on by without me. i quit.

too much is how i love you, but too well is how i know you ( Read more... )

And my friends wondered why I was bummed out that August, but how do you explain an unexpected loss of nothingness? Because thats what X was in actuality, a figment of my own formation; she didnt exist ( Read more... )