MEMBER SINCE: October 2002
occupation: Glorified corporate librarian
sign: Beware of the Mouthy Bastard
stats: scrawny, arrogant, not so blonde just now. Skinniest wrists in the world. I need a haircut.
fantasy: I'm relaxed and happy and travelling, falling asleep next to you. (Don't vomit on my shoulder)
crush: The alien girl in the hoodie on the cover of the Knifehandchop album
most humbling moment: Does not being able to answer this make me an arrogant bastard?
gets me hot: A look, a shared smile, words softly spoken but impossible to ignore, light touch on the hand. Good red wine. That and shit office air conditioning
into: films, arguing, cycling, drinking, dancing, reading, travelling, writing. singing. Yes all at the same time.
body mods: Contact lenses and some fillings.
makes me happy: St Johns Wort or sillyfast music
makes me sad: Smart people turned boring
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- I can't bear to get out of bed in the morning
- I can't bring myself to go out the front door
- I've started talking to myself but I can't talk to my colleagues
- It's really fucking boring
- They took away my autonomy and room to be creative
- I was a happier and more pleasant human being before I started working there
- Everyone who stays for more than 3 years stays for 30
- I'm not learning anything
- It will not get better
- It more likely will get worse
- I have money saved
- Time is passing too quickly while I do nothing
- I want to be a writer but can't do it when I get home
- the venetian blinds are starting to look like bars
- I never used to want to phone in sick
So why can't I bring myself to go? I'm such a fucking coward.