December 2011
I really do hate her though. Which is massively hard to deal with in itself.
I think one of the big problems here is that I’m arming myself for a confrontation that I know is never going to happen. We’re never going to actually communicate directly in any way. This arsenal of words I’ve been stockpiling is destined to never be used in anger, but it is ready and primed and calling off the attack is easier said than done.
She doesn’t read my blog...
[Name-Redacted] just sent me the BEST THING EVER in the form of two videos which I am about to share with you.
Make sure you watch both of them. And then tell me how much your life has been changed.
vanua asked: haha when i first got it, i seriously played for about 10 hours straight pretty much every day for a week, but then i started working so D: i can't anymore lol seriously IT IS SO GOOD! what are you?? IM A WOOD ELF! haha
Well, I managed to hold my tongue last night in the end. I’m still pretty fucking angry, though. How do I get past this? Any suggestions?
(I could go on a full blown rant but I’m going to attempt not to. It may well depend on how much cider I drink tonight)
Making people pick sides is not going to do you any favours at all. Quite apart from the fact that it’s massively immature.
Some thoughts on poetry and bad writers
Why do some people seem to think that making their writing rhyme automatically makes it better?
Rhyming itself is easy, but scansion, rhythm and flow are not. In my opinion it is far, far harder to write rhyming poetry well than non-rhyming poetry or prose.
Rhyming doesn’t lend weight, impact or intelligence. Far more often it just makes what you’re writing sound trite, especially...
Happy Fucking Christmas!
So far, Christmas with Dan and my family is truly fucking awesome
It is very nearly time for me to leave work and I won’t be going back until 4th January!
Christmas break! w00t! Gonna be very, very awesome.
I hope you all have wonderful Christmasses and no doubt I’ll check in again before too long.
Much love xxxx
Get out of my head. Get out of my dreams. Just get out. I don’t want you to be a part of my life, I never wanted you to be a part of my life. You became one, for a while, but that’s stopped now. And I was only ever on the periphery, in any case, so why am I the one who doesn’t seem to be able to let it go?
In retrospect, given everything that’s happened this year, I maybe...
What a year it's been.
It seems as though everyone I know right now is reflecting on their year - mostly in the form of end-of-year lists and predominantly around music, but I thought I might as well look back over some of the things that have happened to me in the past twelve months because 2011 has definitely been one to remember.
There have been some fantastic, wonderful things that have happened and there have...
Help yourself to some free songs people. →
I miss diving so much. On the plus side, Christmas lunch with Steve, Becky, Dave & Lisa was wonderful. But I miss diving so much.
January 28th is the next Sunkan Dymonds night. To which I will not be going, of course. But I don’t think it was deliberately provocative of someone who has become a good friend of mine to invite me. And I don’t think it would have been deliberately provocative of me to respond publicly on the event wall saying I wouldn’t be coming.
It will have been nearly a year since we met,...
I am pleased beyond all measure that Dan is coming home for Christmas with me. It’s going to be truly, truly awesome.
If we could do this all day, every day, we would be unstoppable.
We just work so unbelievably well together. It’s really quite something.
Last night should have been fun but wasn’t, really. In fact, it was the most uncomfortable I’ve felt since the last school disco I went to when I was about 13. I haven’t felt such studied disdain / disinterest in years. I would write more about it but the mood it put me in has carried over into today and I just want to curl up and shut everything out. I really wish we...
Me: put on some music!
Him: what do you want?
Me: something twinkly!
“Tears aren’t readily retractable, but she managed to balance a smile on...”
– Terry Pratchett
What, you want anyone you know even slightly to pretend I don’t exist? Yes, I’m sure it would fit your blinkered world view if everyone treated me like a pariah, but it’s not going to happen.
I feel happier today. Got some stuff done last night that I’d been putting off for a while - booked my bus tickets home for Christmas, transferred the internet at my old flat over to the new flatmate and made a start on sorting out all the paypal nonsense -which isn’t finished yet because they’re ridiculous, but its at least in progress now.
So yes, I feel a lot better and less...
Please catch me.
18 months of therapy and I still appear incapable of recognising the signs. Filling up my evenings until I have no free time, an inability to turn off my brain, vivid dreams and being incapable of entering a pub without drinking so much that I pass out. And I tell myself it’s not symptomatic of anything except a busy time of year, push it to the back of my mind and now I’m faced with...
I’m drinking too much at the moment. This worries me.
A Cheery Wave From Stranded Youngsters
rumourcubes:
The Gove Curve - a track from our new album - has been included on a Cheery Wave From Stranded Youngsters compilation along with some great bands including Three Trapped Tigers and Brontide. It is available now, and bloody awesome! Get it here for whatever price you deem necessary - including, of course, absolutely free!
This is an awesome compilation. We are on it, but that is...
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Some thoughts on protest action and illegality
Yesterday, a number of people, co-ordinated by occupylsx, entered Panton House (the London offices of one of the richest CEOs in the FTSE 100) and hung a banner from the roof.
Doesn’t sound too scary, does it? Not overly disruptive, not an heinous crime or an example of terrorist activity.
Going by the police response and mass hysteria from anti-occupy folk on twitter, however (who seemed almost...