I joke a lot that I’ve sold my soul to Bob (the devils crab claw handed secretary).. It’s a thing me an Drewid talk about sometimes when the conversation starts to laps, I tell a tall tail and then everything is simpler. But today, i feel like it might jot be so inaccurate. Yet another… Continue reading Dead Inside
I do not care. Today, yesterday and probably tomorrow. I haven’t really spoken to anyone for a while. And I don’t think I really feel like doing so either. It would be good. To chat with people but I have a big hollow something where my feelings should really be. That place where caring happens… Continue reading Stress, Sadness and A Complete Lack Of Fucks To Give
I went down to Manchester on the 28th. Just for the weekend. A spooky sleep over. It was a great party. With some pretty great people, I really wish I hadn’t had to come home but work waits and life struggles are an inevitable adventure no matter how much you want to avoid them. Everything… Continue reading Did Someone Say Adventure?
Come on in.. take a seat.. I’m exhausted. Coffee? Tea?.. you know where the stuff all is, go ahead and make one for yourself. Sigh So you may or may not recall, that I kissed a guy I liked for a while back in August. Which was followed by an exchange of R-rated materials via… Continue reading So That’s What That Means
So today sucked. It was crappy. It was a day. Time past. And now it’s all just shit basically. I woke up with ten minutes to get ready for work. That was stressful. It was one of the ladies at works last day. Everyone was really sad. Then I bought cereal. Basically end of story.… Continue reading Today sucked
I feel pretty empty A horrible hollow empty. Not even the numb kind that I’m used to. This is a whole new version with uncomfortable sad echoing around inside the cavity. It’s not quite within reach it’s like a distant slightly fuzzy noise. I want to be at the end now. In the dark. In… Continue reading Cast It Into The Fire
So I don’t usually take part in art epidemics. But the last few days I’ve been intrigued by inktober. Art out of ink. Is a pretty horrific concept. Every mistake you make with your pen or brush is there for the final product so you better think carefully. Or if you’re me you scribble and… Continue reading Inktober