do i wear you out?
Life is constantly unrewarding and disappointing. I know I have potential somewhere in me, but I cant seem to grasp it. Its hiding beneath all my uselessness.
Despite mixed reports, I thoroughly enjoyed Casino Royale this arvo. I find a good action film incredibly sexy. Even though I dont fancy Daniel Craig (at all), as Bond, Id still let him have a poke :)
Groove is still blah. Im finding it hard to get the right person to do an interview for me. I hate speaking on the telephone and now I have to do so while being recorded, to go on air. Ugh. Need to buy headphones, keep forgetting.
I have spent so much time with people this week, it has been driving me a little mad. I feel like I have had no time to myself. No time to read or watch what i like, no time to write or fantasise. If i dont live in a completely imaginary world for at least 3/4 of a week, Im not me. I become a sort of zhombie. Half here, ready to burst- full of anger, sadness, pain, hunger, bitterness, lust.
Christmas is almost upon us. I despise this time of year. Families. Sucking up. Pretending. Everything is so fake. My family spends most of the year avoiding one another. So why do we insist on catching up every christmas? none of us actually enjoy it. So much cooking and preparation goes into a day that means nothing to us. I suppose my christian family feels its the one time a year they have to spend with a heathen like me.
Despite mixed reports, I thoroughly enjoyed Casino Royale this arvo. I find a good action film incredibly sexy. Even though I dont fancy Daniel Craig (at all), as Bond, Id still let him have a poke :)
Groove is still blah. Im finding it hard to get the right person to do an interview for me. I hate speaking on the telephone and now I have to do so while being recorded, to go on air. Ugh. Need to buy headphones, keep forgetting.
I have spent so much time with people this week, it has been driving me a little mad. I feel like I have had no time to myself. No time to read or watch what i like, no time to write or fantasise. If i dont live in a completely imaginary world for at least 3/4 of a week, Im not me. I become a sort of zhombie. Half here, ready to burst- full of anger, sadness, pain, hunger, bitterness, lust.
Christmas is almost upon us. I despise this time of year. Families. Sucking up. Pretending. Everything is so fake. My family spends most of the year avoiding one another. So why do we insist on catching up every christmas? none of us actually enjoy it. So much cooking and preparation goes into a day that means nothing to us. I suppose my christian family feels its the one time a year they have to spend with a heathen like me.