Sick, Blud
I AM SICK! Whilst I do partly agree with Penny that its mind over matter, I am a man and therefore have it way worse than you folk could possibly understand.
I imagine it is due to 'Burning the candle at both ends' . On Friday I popped down to Brighton for the weekend. I'm too poor to have a genuine holiday, so I decided watching Bryony's band, sleeping on Alice's floor, and catching up with scruffy punks and old work colleagues could be my much needed adventure. It wasnt so much an adventure as it was a relapse. I've really cut down on the booze front of late, but this weekend I discovered strawberry cider, and then I discovered what happens when you pour wiskey into strawberry cider. I think this cocktail may be unique to me. Very good indeed.
I ran away from the punk kids and sat on the beach for 2 hours. Sorry for not saying goodbye, Bry. The walls were closing in and I was immensely uncomfortable. I just stared at the water and listened to the Decemberists and Daughtry. I've become obsessed with the song 'Home' and will continue to ignore Keith calling me a cockflap for loving it so.
I met up with my ex for a drink too. That was a strange hour or so. I have two ex girlfriends. Both ended amicably. I'm not stab worthy. This one ,however, (and dont think this bad for me to write because I know she doesnt read livejournal and any internet perusing stretches only to myspace) is a mystery in retrospect. Well, not entirely. When I met her for a drink she gave me a present; a Jeffrey Brown book. It was very nice of her and that obviously explains the relationship. What struck me when hanging with her though, was that we have absolutely fuck all in common. I've never sat opposite a girl that loves me and thought "I couldnt be less interested. Send no signals, send no signals!". Course that was only two girls, so it was 50/50. Still, she helped me through a shitty time in a foreign place to me and i'll always be grateful for that.
I then caught up with old work friends, before ending up a party listening to Incesticide while people snorted coke. Very much not my scene, as I explained to a nice drunken girl asking me "Why go Canterbury, Brighton is the best". I was diplomatic though considering i'd had a few. I said i'd rather a quiet place, which is true. I dont understand the snort coke, steal from borders lifestyle and generally put it down to bored middle class youngans. Either way, each to their own, but I can only be around it once in a blue moon I think.
Saw Pinback last night............twas the fouth time I've seen them, and also the best i've ever seen them. Rob was in fine form. Phospherescent was okay too. Very okay though. sounded exactly like a cross between Bonnie Prince Billy and Josh Ritter.
I'm not getting out of bed all day.
I imagine it is due to 'Burning the candle at both ends' . On Friday I popped down to Brighton for the weekend. I'm too poor to have a genuine holiday, so I decided watching Bryony's band, sleeping on Alice's floor, and catching up with scruffy punks and old work colleagues could be my much needed adventure. It wasnt so much an adventure as it was a relapse. I've really cut down on the booze front of late, but this weekend I discovered strawberry cider, and then I discovered what happens when you pour wiskey into strawberry cider. I think this cocktail may be unique to me. Very good indeed.
I ran away from the punk kids and sat on the beach for 2 hours. Sorry for not saying goodbye, Bry. The walls were closing in and I was immensely uncomfortable. I just stared at the water and listened to the Decemberists and Daughtry. I've become obsessed with the song 'Home' and will continue to ignore Keith calling me a cockflap for loving it so.
I met up with my ex for a drink too. That was a strange hour or so. I have two ex girlfriends. Both ended amicably. I'm not stab worthy. This one ,however, (and dont think this bad for me to write because I know she doesnt read livejournal and any internet perusing stretches only to myspace) is a mystery in retrospect. Well, not entirely. When I met her for a drink she gave me a present; a Jeffrey Brown book. It was very nice of her and that obviously explains the relationship. What struck me when hanging with her though, was that we have absolutely fuck all in common. I've never sat opposite a girl that loves me and thought "I couldnt be less interested. Send no signals, send no signals!". Course that was only two girls, so it was 50/50. Still, she helped me through a shitty time in a foreign place to me and i'll always be grateful for that.
I then caught up with old work friends, before ending up a party listening to Incesticide while people snorted coke. Very much not my scene, as I explained to a nice drunken girl asking me "Why go Canterbury, Brighton is the best". I was diplomatic though considering i'd had a few. I said i'd rather a quiet place, which is true. I dont understand the snort coke, steal from borders lifestyle and generally put it down to bored middle class youngans. Either way, each to their own, but I can only be around it once in a blue moon I think.
Saw Pinback last night............twas the fouth time I've seen them, and also the best i've ever seen them. Rob was in fine form. Phospherescent was okay too. Very okay though. sounded exactly like a cross between Bonnie Prince Billy and Josh Ritter.
I'm not getting out of bed all day.