In 1998, Bill Clinton was President of the USA, John Major was Prime Minister of the UK, and I was 12 years old ( Read more... )

Title: F. E. A. R.

I never used to be a realist.

I'd pride myself on my ability to see beyond only what my eyes could show me, to always believe that a better world was just around the corner, that this life was not as bad as it seemed ( Read more... )

If you've been following the shenanigans over at therealljidol, you'll know today is vote day! If you've been closely following the shenanigans, you'll know that my wonderful Californian, copyright1983 wrote me a beautiful love poem for St. Valentine's Day as his entry for the competition. However, as it currently stands, he's on the line due to be eliminated this week ( Read more... )

There's lots of fun and games working in an accountants. Lots of secrets you learn. Especially if you keep your head down and actually do some work whilst the boss is in the office, and then he won't clock you listening in ( Read more... )

There's a story of a man who was chased off a tall cliff by some wild animals. Let's call them tigers. It might have been tigers. I remember it as being tigers. But I don't know much about tigers, so I don't know if tigers would do this or live in places where there are tall cliffs and such; but I do know enough about the internet to know that if I ( Read more... )

Dreams.
Loves.
Races.
Money.

Large ones and small ones. Huge, enormous, take-everything-you've-got ones, and fiddling, piddling, is-it-even-a-real-thing? ones.

It's "I'm deciding on the spur of the moment that, despite not knowing anyone there and not having a plan, that I'm going to move to New York!"
vs.
"I'm going to live the life that is ( Read more... )