
About Me
I can't be bloody bothered.
age: 35 (Jul 28, 1976)
MEMBER SINCE: May 2003
occupation: Television Production Co-ordinator
i lost my virginity: ...later than what most people assume
fantasy: To be in love
most humbling moment: I am humbled every day
body mods: One belly button ring, seven earrings including two tunnels. One tattoo on lower back.
sign: ...cosign, and tangent. Ha ha.
It was a desperately needed exile. After the steady stream of bad luck that had befallen me over the past year, I decided buggering off was the best thing for me. And it really was. I would go into detail about it all now, but there was so much I saw and felt. It's sort of difficult to summarize the experiences in one journal. Keep your eyes peeled for more stories in the weeks to come.
The liberty I felt throughout this trip is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It felt amazing to wake up every morning knowing I had a full day of exploration ahead of me, and that I was free to do whatever I wanted to do.
I was exposed to so much beauty; the cliffs along the Isle of Man, the shores of the North Sea, the large, rolling green hills throughout the Grampian countryside, the castles, the architecture, the list goes on. I felt engaged with my surroundings including the people I met on the streets, even though I was a stranger in a foreign land. I loved watching other tourists like myself take in things for the first time, and seeing the indicators of awe light up peoples faces. I loved chatting it up with strangers in the pubs, bars, wherever. I snogged random people. I even went back to some guy's flat during my stay in Aberdeen, but that sounds far more racy then what it actually was...anyway, these are all things I almost never do here.
I had every intention of swinging through London on this trip, but the beauty and hospitality of the north was far too good to abandon. I just couldn't pull myself away. It was lush, expansive, clean, and very, very friendly.
Lastly, this trip turned out to be more cathartic then what I expected. All of the anger and frustration stemming from the stupid career chase and general disastisfaction of living in T.O. over the past year was pretty much null when I was away. For the first time in a long time, I wasn't a pent up ball of rage. I let it all go. I was relaxed, happy, and in love with...
The liberty I felt throughout this trip is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It felt amazing to wake up every morning knowing I had a full day of exploration ahead of me, and that I was free to do whatever I wanted to do.
I was exposed to so much beauty; the cliffs along the Isle of Man, the shores of the North Sea, the large, rolling green hills throughout the Grampian countryside, the castles, the architecture, the list goes on. I felt engaged with my surroundings including the people I met on the streets, even though I was a stranger in a foreign land. I loved watching other tourists like myself take in things for the first time, and seeing the indicators of awe light up peoples faces. I loved chatting it up with strangers in the pubs, bars, wherever. I snogged random people. I even went back to some guy's flat during my stay in Aberdeen, but that sounds far more racy then what it actually was...anyway, these are all things I almost never do here.
I had every intention of swinging through London on this trip, but the beauty and hospitality of the north was far too good to abandon. I just couldn't pull myself away. It was lush, expansive, clean, and very, very friendly.
Lastly, this trip turned out to be more cathartic then what I expected. All of the anger and frustration stemming from the stupid career chase and general disastisfaction of living in T.O. over the past year was pretty much null when I was away. For the first time in a long time, I wasn't a pent up ball of rage. I let it all go. I was relaxed, happy, and in love with...
















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