well, 26 is gently sidling towards me, trying not to make eye-contact to avoid suspicion, and so, rather than sort out something useful (of which there are so many that i should be doing), i though i'd offer you my rendition of:
the new this season's must haves:
sex. fucking is a funny old business (both literally and metaphorically). you go ages without any, deciding therefore that it is far from essential, and then BANG your back again, hooked, and wandering how you coped without it. sort of like shoplifting. but squelchier. okay, like shoplifting in a bog...
deep thoughts. prolonged, particularly existential, introspection: it is the winter after all. time to die. time to reconsider. time to hibernate. time to look within, bullshit religiosity (which so must be a word) aside, and face up to some ugly home truths. or invent some.
a cold. in fact, this season, it's all about combining. you know, going for that boho-flu look: a bit of this, a sneeze of that, a thin gratey cough, and a deep one on the side, and perhaps an irritating sniffle as an accessory.
cyncism. perhaps an all-year favourite, now is the time to really let the cold side shine on out. christmas cheer? give me something to cheer for and then we'll talk.
nights in. between cynicism and sex, why bother going out at all? the real world is only going to suck. and you can get that indoors anyway!
soup. carrot and corriander. lentil. the staple classics are coming back in. put aside your crazy pumpkin and slow roasted orange zest combos in favour of the more traditional look. if you have an old family recipe, even better. if not: make one up. no one will know...
forgetfullness. it's cold. it's grey. it gets dark mere minutes after it gets bright (sometimes even before), and you know what? i don't even remember where i was heading with this... oh well, i'll just trust that i had a point.
friends. christmas brings out all sorts of hangers on, skirting dwellers, and wannabes. either shoot them or try and find those one or two good eggs in the bunch. depends on your mood.
lists. santa did it. i bet jesus even did it (today: 1. hang on cross. 2. see one... etc.). shopping lists. friends lists. food lists. things i meant to do this year and forgot lists. things to do tomorrow because i'm so forgetfull lists. etc. it's all about the lists. state of life = state of mind.
happier bunny coming this way.
stay tuned for less grinchiness...
so, what did i forget?
this season's must-haves...
xxx
the new this season's must haves:
sex. fucking is a funny old business (both literally and metaphorically). you go ages without any, deciding therefore that it is far from essential, and then BANG your back again, hooked, and wandering how you coped without it. sort of like shoplifting. but squelchier. okay, like shoplifting in a bog...
deep thoughts. prolonged, particularly existential, introspection: it is the winter after all. time to die. time to reconsider. time to hibernate. time to look within, bullshit religiosity (which so must be a word) aside, and face up to some ugly home truths. or invent some.
a cold. in fact, this season, it's all about combining. you know, going for that boho-flu look: a bit of this, a sneeze of that, a thin gratey cough, and a deep one on the side, and perhaps an irritating sniffle as an accessory.
cyncism. perhaps an all-year favourite, now is the time to really let the cold side shine on out. christmas cheer? give me something to cheer for and then we'll talk.
nights in. between cynicism and sex, why bother going out at all? the real world is only going to suck. and you can get that indoors anyway!
soup. carrot and corriander. lentil. the staple classics are coming back in. put aside your crazy pumpkin and slow roasted orange zest combos in favour of the more traditional look. if you have an old family recipe, even better. if not: make one up. no one will know...
forgetfullness. it's cold. it's grey. it gets dark mere minutes after it gets bright (sometimes even before), and you know what? i don't even remember where i was heading with this... oh well, i'll just trust that i had a point.
friends. christmas brings out all sorts of hangers on, skirting dwellers, and wannabes. either shoot them or try and find those one or two good eggs in the bunch. depends on your mood.
lists. santa did it. i bet jesus even did it (today: 1. hang on cross. 2. see one... etc.). shopping lists. friends lists. food lists. things i meant to do this year and forgot lists. things to do tomorrow because i'm so forgetfull lists. etc. it's all about the lists. state of life = state of mind.
happier bunny coming this way.
stay tuned for less grinchiness...
so, what did i forget?
this season's must-haves...
xxx
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anaphalaxis:
Happy birthday matey! We still need to actually hook up. I know it's possible!
anaphalaxis:
well where have you been!?