Yeah looks like I'm totally done here.

The bedroom was large for its size, the mirror on the wall saw to that, and it held the knick knacks and collections of a life unsure of where its roots were. The best compendium of these sat above the desk on a cork pinboard. The pinboard was a mess of memorabilia, pinned every which way yet everything on it was at all times visible, even if it ( Read more... )

It is going as such; slowly but with haste. It's is going like a car in a traffic jam - as in, it sure is slow but dammit it's faster than walking. Which is pretty much similar to; not moving. This, I would say, somewhat depressing. But it's managable so that's ok ( Read more... )

I think I'm done here.

For the first time in a while the world is warm again. There is the most fantastic breeze that stops everything getting just too warm and the sun is beating the air deliciously. Everyone is talking about holidays; excursions here there and everywhere with flights and buses and alcohol so much alcohol. They're bugeting their spending and clothes and ( Read more... )

Sitting in work I took a nap, crossing my arms on the desk and balancing the bridge of my nose precariously on my wrist. The arm I'm not directly leaning on is begging, begging to be scratched but I'm having a nap and I'm determined. And the phone is ringing, and voices are calling out, but they can wait; I'm having a nap. And soon customers are ( Read more... )

With you I am forever in Germany, drinking coffee that's filled only halfway. I hold your hands round your mug while a girl straightens her stockings in her reflection on the other side of the window, us feeling invisible in where we sit. And Tom behind the counter looks at us and smiles as we walk through the rain, singing to ourselves the songs ( Read more... )

So Issue Three of You'd Make a Pretty Good Artist But a Shit Pokemon has come and not-quite-gone with sweaty flourish. The stress and ingenuity of printing that issue was a strain on my stresses and I found myself left with a headache when all was said and done. But things are still going, still rolling ahead barely in my grasp. I feel myself less ( Read more... )

Remember this. Remember the girls who were smoking, who warned you they had shit chat and they asked you for a topic, so you said Sociology, and they gave you shit chat and you told them so ( Read more... )

I don't know what's happening. I don't trust myself when I'm in love. I get nervous and say the wrong things or I start examining, evaluating, calculating what I say. I say "Think it will rain?" She responds, "I don't know." Then I wonder if she's even interested. It all scares me to death. Yes, scared to death. A friend once told me having a fuck ( Read more... )