I was bumming around on this site this morning and I noticed Sinclair had posted this.

"I’ve asked a couple people recently what their secrets were for their successful long-term relationship, how they keep the passion alive, how they keep walking that delicate line of having enough space and still being connected to each other.

One friend answered ( Read more... )

 Dissertation!

Bane of my life!

You are not actually long enough to be a real dissertation, but you have been unendingly shit anyways (and almost enough to put me off Nietzsche, which takes some doing) and I am glad you are finished.

Tomorrow, I hand you in and the last fucking bit of the unrelenting shit that has been the last year is finished.

I should really be finishing my dissertation.

( Instead, I do this. )

Why is it that returning to an album that you know inside out after an absence of months is like seeing an old friend again out of the blue?

Jesus, Corey, I'd forgotten you could sound so unnerving and so throw-me-down-and-fuck-me hot simultaneously. There's a reason the third album was the one I fell in love with.

last cigarette: Never ( Read more... )

 Morphine and fentanyl, huh ( Read more... )

 You know that mate you had back in school - nearly everyone had a mate like this, who was the equivalent of the group's materialistic weasel who was out for what he could get ( Read more... )

 So, a couple days ago, Paul Gray, Slipknot's bassist died. If you don't want to read this, fair enough. But I think I need to write it.

( I've been trying to articulate it. )

 Firstly - for those who heard about the resit of d00m that I had - it went great and I passed. Crisis over. Now I've just got to write the first draft of my dissertation ( Read more... )

20 days left in Groningen.
Seven more classes.
Two exams.
One essay.

That's all that's standing between me and freedom.

I can do this. I think.