Monthly Archives: February 2007

One more try…

Just one more try, then. Even as the words were said I couldn’t help but grimace at the cliche and possibly the general stupidity of the whole endeavour. But it’s hard to walk away from a coffee-shop where someone is contritely begging you to be with them, and you want to be. I don’t know

Hurry

Postsecret is especially good this week, I just checked it for the first time in ages. They change the secrets every Sunday, so hurry and look at this amazing collection before they disappear in to the ether forever. I wish they had an archive…

Oh crapola…

Dammit. I’m trying desperately to learn something from this whole break-up thing, but I can’t seem to grasp at the essence of the lesson, the point of it all. I keep thinking plaintively – selfishly – I’ve never been the one being dumped before, I can’t cope with this. I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED

Prime suffering years!

I enjoyed Little Miss Sunshine a lot, and I often remember this quote and smile: Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it. Frank: You know Marcel Proust? Dwayne: He’s the guy you teach. Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had

Natural progression

Dreary truth, I am single again. It’s funny how obtuse people can be when they try very hard. All the signs indicate an honest and perfectly obvious outcome, but we who are so afraid of pain try and muffle ourselves from it desperately, until finally the cloak of our pretences is ripped from us and

Thoughts and poems

Apart from a Valentines Day that was like an episode of EastEnders, my week has been relatively calm and quiet. Not feeling very chatty lately, almost as though I need my thoughts for warmth. Normally there are so many there is an excess. But now I am afraid to let any of them go, in

Jump On

I’m on AOL Germany Heh, in their gallery of bedjumping pics for an article about, well, bedjumping. I don’t speak German so I hope they’re not saying anything weird. i.e: “As you can see from these freaky photos, there are some sad people on the internet”. Link here!

Catchup

A very long in-depth post is in order, if I’m to catch up with all of the stuff that has gone on since I last wrote here. But I don’t much feel like writing one. That would entail reliving the past week or so in all it’s glory, and I don’t think I could stand

Only castles burning

On Wednesday at Rob’s I made a million cups of tea for the parade of guitar students who traipsed dutifully through his kitchen for their lessons. And in between that, I watched American Beauty, one of many videos I had ‘donated’ to the kitchen – to balance out the huge array of bad action movies