coos

Couches make me feel like someone is lying next to me; perhaps that's why its so much easier to fall asleep on a couch?

thanks for the add...i look forward to seeing more of your work.

its okay to love him sweetie, but that doesnt mean you should be together. the guy who's only sweet and vilnerable when he's drunk is a lie. people who can only express themselves when they are under the influence have a lot of emotional work to do on themselves, i speak from experience. i had an ex just like that. he's stil the same, hasnt matured a bit and probably never will. its a shame. i'm glad i'm not with him.

Wow mucho interesting life… o. The most interesting thing to happen to me of late was that my girlfriend suggested a John Lennon and Yoko Ono day, tomorrow. I think this was her fun way of saying lets stay in bed and mess about. However I couldn’t help but imagine it to mean the alienation of all my friends, the taking up of strange practises, and ultimately ending in some nut job shooting me. Lucky I am English and was able to internalise the whole episode while appearing perfectly happy on the outside leaving her none the wiser to my panic attack.

My up bringing has gifted me with all the tools I require to hide the fact that I am faulty and have abnormal thought processes.

Hey there new friend!

I'm doin quite well, I hope you like my little arty stuff, I'm gonna be showing at my first exhibition on June 1-3!

I am overly jealous!!!! I wish you could share more pics

Good evening young lady and I can assure you that as I type this I am indeed correct in stating that it is currently the evening. I know this to be true because it is both dark outside and I am sleepy. This as you know is the rule to which will all live to upon the Queen’s green and fertile land. Erm what I really mean to say is hello and also that I am in rather a silly mood. Hence the strange blog and well this. Cool pictures by the way. I should really put up some photo evidence of social activities; I don’t mean the ones that I observe through my bedroom window but the ones I actually take part in. I think I best take my self away from the keyboard now.

I thought you had to quit school and go take care of things?

You have no choice but to get up and snog with said boy during class.

Being the adult has it's rewards. I am sorry that it comes with a sacrifice. It's better than *my* reason for dropping out of art school - I just wanted a job and to get away from my parents.

Oh dear things do not sound fun in the house of Coos. I could attempt to make a meaningful statement that would show understanding and sensitivity in regard to your current situation. But we both know I am not that type of person, so instead I will take advantage of your comment section to aimlessly store a collection of words.

I have been dating this girl for the last couple of weeks (I won't name, names as I am sure she would wish to remain anonymous). Anyhow yesterday I went to a BBQ with her and her good friends. Her friends being female started talking about dresses and hand bags and other such alien and scary items a lot. So rather than attempt to deal with such a conversation I pretended to be asleep and did a rather good job at it as I actually manage to fall asleep. When I was awoken I discovered that the right side of my face was a lobster red with sun burn while the other side of my face was its normal pasty white colour. I look, to be totally frank fucking stupid. This would normally be a disaster but it seems my infliction has a strange effect of endearing the people I meet to me. I will admit that every encounter does start off with a certain amount of laughing at my expense but once the laughter subsides to an infrequent snigger I have made a new friend. Last night was the best night out in years, I met all these great people (I even had some girls ((and a bloke)) ask my mates if I was single) and had a great time all because of the endearing effect of my ridiculous looking face. I also got a free coffee this morning! I guess you could take the moral of the story to be that even seemingly bad things can sometimes turn out to be good for you. However this is not a story, this is simply what happened to me yesterday and I care not for tarnishing it with talk of morals.

the pie is frozen
they call it the "fun breakfast"

That's not boredom you see upon my face, I had merely become so lost within my thoughts and I had entered a new state of being that transcended space and time. It only looked like I was bored because after the first instance of knowing and seeing everything that was, is, and will be I lapsed into a melancholy spiral of futility. Luckily my brain box is equipped to deal with this kind of thing and erased all knowledge of the incident. Sadly it erased a little too much and I forgot how to walk and became deeply fascinated with how close I could get me feet to my head. Never mind, each to his/her own.

Cool pics by the way