This morning I woke up annoyed, too little sleep too much stress and now this internet is being a prick when it’s all connected and if starts not working when it’s connected, I don’t know what I’ll do. Well I d have an idea actually, and it won’t be pretty.

Last night Tripod gave me a cookie and a poster of greek monsters. Rather cool. I really have ( Read more... )

Application forms, drowning rain (I had squelchy boots for the rest of the day), Belfast, Chingo, lunch, an uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of my stomach and then fading, home 10 minutes before mum, time to empty dishwasher and put dirty things in, general tidying up. Mum comes in complaining about liars, we watch some tennis (Hennin won ( Read more... )

Stupid photos won't upload to facebook, what makes it worse is that the first set did, so I don't understand why the second bunch aren't ( Read more... )

I went to bed at 4.30 this morning, and I blame Chingo. I got off the internet relatively early in order to watch DA/sleep but ended up coming back on after an episode and Chingo was still there, then I ended up writing a silly 60 line poem and then she challenged me to write a poem with the rhyme "barbershop quartetish/fetish" so I did. And the I ( Read more... )

I forgot how much I loved Sundays in this country- it's like, I wake up and the sun somehow gets in my room, even with the blinds and curtains closed, and it gets through at such an angle that I wake up seeing it, but I'm not in it and I like that. I like watching it move across the room, and I like getting up and having the time to step into all ( Read more... )

I think there is something missing from the writing, I have a feeling I'm supposed to be moving to somewhere, but I'm not sure where that place is and perhaps that is why I can't write anything, maybe it has something to do with moving away from sonnets into something else.....I dunno ( Read more... )