September 2009
4 posts
Showers
I like showers. I love to be clean. The first shower after Glastonbury was probably the best I’ve ever had. I like the renewed sense of smell afterwards, I always go around the house seeing what the rooms smell like. It lasts about half an hour, then the smells become indistinct and ever so slowly I start to sweat and I stop feeling clean and it’s all over until the next day. I bet...
The Triumphant Return
Well, the summer hiatus is over. Time to shoot the shit once more. I didn’t intend to not write a single thing over summer, but not a single thing came to mind so a single word I did not write. It’s a shame really, some interesting things happened after all, though my retelling of them would doubtless render them duller than a lump of corduroy. I attented Glastonbury Festival 2009,...
July 2009
4 posts
June 2009
18 posts
Bad coconut metaphor
I’m tired of shaving the hair from the hard shell of existence, let me bathe in the milk of life.
Stupidity
If I’m in the car, and my phone has no signal, I content myself with waving it about in the air a bit, thinking 30 centimetres will make all the difference. What I neglect to notice is that I’m flying across the surface of the earth at 60mph and my meagre efforts to find signal will be entirely pointless.
If that person doesn’t stop laughing about the cloud I will hit them in the face with a stuffed dog.
Heard someone outside laughing hysterically for several minutes. Finally they explained to their friends why. It was because of a cloud that looked like a dog. They are still laughing about it now. “That dog looks so big”
What the fuuuuu….
May 2009
31 posts
I periodically try and implant thoughts into...
Goodbye
Whenever someone is leaving lately, I seem to say “See you then.” with the sort of inflection that implies that we have set a time for a later meeting. This is the case even if I’ve just met the person and will likely never see them again. I don’t know how it makes them feel but it confuses me for several minutes and leaves the memory of the conversation lurking under a...
The best way to become boring is to say everything.
– Voltaire (via beautifuldefinition) (via blameme) (via she-alone) (via teacracks)
I am beginning to doubt my ability to survive solely on biscuits for days at a time.
I’m going to give up technology and communicate with people only by writing on paper swans and sending them floating across a public lake to strangers. After 25 years one will find it’s way to someone who also knows how to make paper swans. And they’ll send a swan back that says “Fuck You.”