Life, a long and lonely winter's walk. Still, where there's gin, there's hope.

How did I ruin my life just by saying "I love you"?

It's no fun to be ugly and warm in a world so cold and beautiful.

Currently going through one of my 'ugly and unpopular' phases, almost cetainly unrelated to it being my birthday next week.

Over the last few weeks, I've been trying to get involved in clickworking, training for parkour and attempting to avoid defeat in computer Scrabble. Anything to avoid thinking about everything else.

Of late, I've had several dreams/nightmares that felt as if they took place over several days, if not weeks. Last night, I had become trapped in Colchester and was unable to find my way to the train station to return home; on locating the station, I was repeatedly attacked by a crocodile; once finally aboard the right train, I was taken back to ( Read more... )

Living is loveless, life is indifferent.

Yep, that's the subject of my next postgraduate essay. Things. Stuff. Objects. Whatnots. How do I get myself into these situations?

Loneliness, the frost of the soul.

January, and a bored, boring guy has nothing better to do than post this and feel sorry for himself.