I just couldn't make myself wear the T-shirt...

Oh, and ( Read more... )

Lesson 4: Never listen to the Smiths when you are feeling lonely and miserable. It brings it all crashing home just how bad you feel and then you get angry that you're whinging as much as Morrissey and you just end up tired and frustrated ( Read more... )

Lesson 1: Never, ever go to the cinema by yourself, especially when you already feel like loathesome, lonely turd ( Read more... )

I am just a tumor growing in your heart ( Read more... )

I'm such a mess... But at least I'm off the cigarettes now. I need a rest.

Where did Tim Stoekle go. Who cares? Good riddance. Long live whatever's there now...

I am hatty!

I miss my book ( Read more... )

There's a place where people are identified by their corset ( Read more... )

I love my life. My hip aches like a Romanian bear-wrestling champion hit it as hard as ever he could with his Romanian hip-shattering sledgehammer, I have curvature of the spine, My hours at work have been reduced, I have no car AND I have recurring dreams/nightmares/whatever about my hands being infested with spiders/ticks/various parasitic ( Read more... )