I write things in my head and then I don't write them down and then they get lost. It is a bad habit, but I know where it derives from: if you write something down you make it real, and also if you write something down other people will ridicule it! Clearly. I don't know when this habit emerged but I'm guessing "from continually being surrounded by ( Read more... )

The very last part of my dream before I woke up (as opposed to the many many things I dreamed before, shit was INVOLVED) was that a concerned police commissioner had been handing out ecstasy pills to teenagers in a car park to divert them from taking this other new dangerous stuff I'd radioed in an anonymous tip about (which didn't actually exist ( Read more... )

If 2011 wants to consist of me getting drunk and occasionally fall-down drunk on other people's money then I am more than happy enough for 2011 to do that ( Read more... )

All I really want to say about college is that there are too many fucking stairs and that one of my classmates offered to sell me 100 Thai valium pills and I am strongly considering this as a possibility depending on price. NB: I have no intention of selling them on. If anyone has any comments to make about this which aren't "I'll go halves with ( Read more... )