20 Feb 2005
Just watched The Rum Diary. Definitely a must see. It's funny how life is throwing things at you at the right moment. Today is 20 Feb 2012. Exactly 7 years since an unquestionably talented and extraordinary man quit this world. Whatever his issues with addictive substances were, he was surely a great journalist of his time and his works/movies related to them will continue to be fresh and entertaining for a long time ahead.
Always admired guys like him. Brave and courageous with a true thirst for life. I think I have a soft spot for journalists recently...an encounter with a certain Patrick from CS being no exception. Oh yeah...
On a less romantic note...congradulations to me for getting so fucking wasted and losing my purse and corporate phone. It would be less shameful if I actually had some kind of mind-blowing story to tell about this accident. But I don't. Paid for my super stupid miskakes in a very fair way. No complaints to the All-Mighty: got what I truly deserved. I think I will now stop trying to make alcohol do its magic in turning a somewhat dull night out into the night of my life.
Letter from Uni came. Now all I need is the damn bank statements. Then...in no more than * months time - London. Then perhaps US? Australia? I'm thinking about it quite seriously now. Tired of the lack of new adventures. I'm getting bored again i guess. Still dreaming about the Factory of Dreams. I think I'll never drop it (oh Lord!)
Always admired guys like him. Brave and courageous with a true thirst for life. I think I have a soft spot for journalists recently...an encounter with a certain Patrick from CS being no exception. Oh yeah...
On a less romantic note...congradulations to me for getting so fucking wasted and losing my purse and corporate phone. It would be less shameful if I actually had some kind of mind-blowing story to tell about this accident. But I don't. Paid for my super stupid miskakes in a very fair way. No complaints to the All-Mighty: got what I truly deserved. I think I will now stop trying to make alcohol do its magic in turning a somewhat dull night out into the night of my life.
Letter from Uni came. Now all I need is the damn bank statements. Then...in no more than * months time - London. Then perhaps US? Australia? I'm thinking about it quite seriously now. Tired of the lack of new adventures. I'm getting bored again i guess. Still dreaming about the Factory of Dreams. I think I'll never drop it (oh Lord!)