"and all the pennies in the Thames won't make it like it was..."
Finally! Back in the land of the living, if a slightly grotty EasyInternet Cafe counts as living... so still no real internet access in my own world with decent coffee and music other than pseudo-muzak, but hell, this will have to do for the time being. I miss you all though
And I do miss all the nakedness.
One glorious day, soon.
Life trundles along in a state of intermittent fucked-upness, some of it good and some of it bad and most of it just downright weird. There's somebody out there making me happier than I have done in a very long time (and I'm trying really hard to not blush in public there) but that's a whole entry in itself. So much I'd kind of forgotten (things you really don't want to know), and that takes a bit of getting used to.
But she is wonderful and beautiful. Her kisses make my head spin. But I knew that already.
I worry about her too though, and all this is tied up in all the time I've spent thinking too much and wondering if it's the right thing and..... Listen to me.
Work is still entirely blah, talking in terms of exit strategies and escaping without completely going into existential freefall. Applying to do postgraduate courses in London maybe this Autumn, if I can find the cash from somewhere, and trying to paint properly...
this is the worst entry in the history of SG, I'm sure. I hate catching up. Not so long next time, I promise.
And I really mean it this time.
Hope you're all well and lovely and everything
xxxxx r
and if you haven't already, go and buy the Bloc Part Album, its so so good....
Finally! Back in the land of the living, if a slightly grotty EasyInternet Cafe counts as living... so still no real internet access in my own world with decent coffee and music other than pseudo-muzak, but hell, this will have to do for the time being. I miss you all though
And I do miss all the nakedness.
One glorious day, soon.
Life trundles along in a state of intermittent fucked-upness, some of it good and some of it bad and most of it just downright weird. There's somebody out there making me happier than I have done in a very long time (and I'm trying really hard to not blush in public there) but that's a whole entry in itself. So much I'd kind of forgotten (things you really don't want to know), and that takes a bit of getting used to.
But she is wonderful and beautiful. Her kisses make my head spin. But I knew that already.
I worry about her too though, and all this is tied up in all the time I've spent thinking too much and wondering if it's the right thing and..... Listen to me.
Work is still entirely blah, talking in terms of exit strategies and escaping without completely going into existential freefall. Applying to do postgraduate courses in London maybe this Autumn, if I can find the cash from somewhere, and trying to paint properly...
this is the worst entry in the history of SG, I'm sure. I hate catching up. Not so long next time, I promise.
And I really mean it this time.
Hope you're all well and lovely and everything
xxxxx r
and if you haven't already, go and buy the Bloc Part Album, its so so good....
>I used to want to be Jaques Cousteau, but I never learned how to swim.
that's just a fantastic line. it should be in a song. a good song.
I didn't go to the meet in the end. no idea if it actually happened or not. i was in 'burgh yesterday, though, at one of the Edinburgh Lectures. Stuart Cosgrove ( TV Exec/ football pundit) sounding off about our national crisis of confidence. Was better than I thought it was going to be, quite interesting. Went to Cafe Royale afterwards and marvelled at how very much better Edinburgh does 'posh' than Glasgow. Our idea of grandiose glamour is an Old Firm footballer in a shiny Italian suit...
It sounds as if good things are happening for you. I'm really glad. I think you deserve it. But don't forget us SGers in your delerium. Do stop back and report