Not about anything, not for anything other than the pleasure of screaming, of expressing that outburst of energy.

I don't know where I am or what I'm doing, but I'm not worried or scared.

Whoo boy. Wish me luck. With what, I'm unsure. 

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will be done.

Only for a couple of days during my October week though.

Off to Lahndahn taarn innit.

Anyone who wishes is welcome to join me, otherwise I'm off on my lonesome. However, that won't stop me. Why should it?

Best not to attempt poetry after a bottle of wine.

Think I meant surmountable instead of fine.

Leaving it up as a warning not to drink so much.

(It's not all true though)

specifically (but not limited to) the word "fine" Assistance welcomed ( Read more... )

to everyone who has spoken to me and generally been brilliant this week. I'm not looking for sympathy, but being on my own through here has made things more difficult, so being able to keep busy and have you lot looking out for me has made a difference.

Lyanne: I'm sorry.

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What price forgetting one's notebook? It goes beyond the £1.29 for this paltry spiral bound A6 notepad with “quality” paper (60 gsm, you're having a laugh) hurriedly purchased in a station stationers (I can never remember which one I wish between stationary and stationery. I think this time I wish to use stationery but I am unsure).* It runs to the ( Read more... )

Ipod on shuffle, driving in car. Radiohead's "Drunken punch up at a wedding" comes on. First instinct is to "click 'Express your love for this track'" before realising that last.fm doesn't exist in my car.

This shall be my mundane post for the year

Soon to be: a (relatively) endless void waiting to be filled with more than sinking into a comforting womb of bedclothes being soothed tot he strains of The Smiths.

Moving will take time, effort and money. But not all of each.

Need something else to live for. Need plans. Need memories. Need fun.

Want: you to be there with me.

kthxbye