Many people are curious as to what I do on Sundays at the woods, and after having it explained to them, they still aren’t sure. So let me put it this way, its just about the best way to unwind after a rough day at work on Saturdays. I put on my hard had and work gloves, head deep into the ancient woods with a chainsaw and axe to clear the floor, ( Read more... )

While the sun outside was shining, this place got none of it. A little café underneath a store that smells like a gypsy’s breath. This regrettably is where I spent my lunch break, a place that daylight forgot.


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Ok, as much as I would have liked to, I didn’t take a camera with me yesterday. Although some pictures really would have been interesting. However, today made up for it. Hung over and in need of some coffee and a fry up, lets see those miserable faces.


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Woken by the morning sun piercing my eyelids, it was nearly time to join David in Newcastle for his 20th celebration. The time was 10:30am, 1 hour after I was kicked out of my dream David had already begun his journey. Motivated by social constellation, Leigh and I arrived to find David and Winship shooting pool at a notoriously crowded venue. Met ( Read more... )

As I step into the car at the end of my Saturday, I face the question “how was work?” only for the answer to be given as highlights that have been compressed to make their own disquieting point. The eventual journey home is a transposition of temperament that inverts from the dejection of the day behind me. Occasionally this period of transition ( Read more... )

My intentions of going to college were washed out when I began to loose track of time, so much so that I was exceptionally late. So instead, I perched myself upon the 13th century ruins that was once a medieval priory to eat a collation of yesterdays sustain. Accompanied only by a black and white tom, curiously examining the whiff of my repast, I ( Read more... )

First entry, found out about live journal from the participants of eating sugar cubes saturated with a Bourbon mix, spending a long night composing idealistic versions of our residual self-image on the Sims 2. (Richi told me about it ( Read more... )