September 2010
61 posts
i realised something today. first moves towards possible male or female prospects are done via facebook. build that tiny bridge to a first conversation with a friend request instead of a hello face to face. its a sad, sad day. something has been lost. written text is almost gone, and we are holding onto fleeting moments of consciousness where talking to someone is far more appealing than a friend...
when you see the golden arches, you are probably on your way to the pearly...
very bored at the moment. wondering what i can do to fill my brain with more than pointless thought.
reminiscing about the past.
halloweens coming up and even though im in australia there seems to be a stronger feel for it as we get older. it may be the fact that we get to dress up and get our drink on and just have a general good time. hang on thats exactly it.
where is the tradition for...
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what ive noticed recently is that im one of those people that slip very easily into repetition. i mean sure i wanna do things huge with my life. publish some kind of text or picture, make music that people will actually listen to.
whilst i do live on the borderline of mundane in that respect, i do have my friends, my family and my health, what else do i need?
i do feel that right now at my age...
eat everything with chopsticks.
Infinite Wisdom.
In mine, i decided to lash out and stupidly renew my phone contract and get a new phone with most bells and whistles anyone can ask for. Did i mention my impulse buying disorder?
As explained in my previous posts, i am a technology whore. If it beeps, i want it. if it alerts me when a new spam email comes through i need it. If it passes that time from my car to my door at night, i will fight...
Thom Yorke - Black Swan.
What will grow crooked, you can’t make straight It’s the price that you gotta pay Do yourself a favour and pack your bags Buy a ticket and get on the train Buy a ticket and get on the train Cause this is fucked up, fucked up Cause this is fucked up, fucked up People get crushed like biscuit crumbs And lay down in the bitumen You have tried your best to please everyone But it just...