Not so fucked off anymore - it's amazing what forty lengths of a swimming pool and a pot of rhubarb and vanilla yoghurt will do for your equilibrium.
Also today I fell asleep on my desk over a copy of James Gleick's Chaos: Making a New Science (1987). This has never happened before, though I'm not blaming Mr Gleick.
Following on from the Townes Van Zandt theme of my last post, here's some more:
'Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don't know the reason why
So I guess I'll keep gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die'
- Townes Van Zandt, 'Waiting Around to Die' (as covered by the Be Good Tanyas)
Chapeau, Mr Van Zandt, chapeau.
Here's a pretender to his crown:
'Man needs something he can hold on to
Nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do'
- Ray Lamontagne, 'Jolene'
These lyrics reminds me of my rugged friends sicpowered and heyokasan
While I'm on the subject, go check out Eireann's latest journal, why don't you? Girl's a poet, y'all.
There is a spider crawling around on my laptop. Hello, Mr Spider.
[and I'm not even drunk, in case you were going to ask, AverageGroupie
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Also today I fell asleep on my desk over a copy of James Gleick's Chaos: Making a New Science (1987). This has never happened before, though I'm not blaming Mr Gleick.


Following on from the Townes Van Zandt theme of my last post, here's some more:
'Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don't know the reason why
So I guess I'll keep gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die'
- Townes Van Zandt, 'Waiting Around to Die' (as covered by the Be Good Tanyas)
Chapeau, Mr Van Zandt, chapeau.
Here's a pretender to his crown:
'Man needs something he can hold on to
Nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do'
- Ray Lamontagne, 'Jolene'
These lyrics reminds me of my rugged friends sicpowered and heyokasan



















While I'm on the subject, go check out Eireann's latest journal, why don't you? Girl's a poet, y'all.
There is a spider crawling around on my laptop. Hello, Mr Spider.

[and I'm not even drunk, in case you were going to ask, AverageGroupie

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Not so fucked off anymore
I LOVE it. I love these British phrases.
Eh I'm not so fucked off anymore either. I got dumped sort of, this is a long story I would never say here. Little Miss feels shafted but whatevs.
I will be moving out of my crude and crazy basement!!! My biker wants it in trade for the cute room upstairs!!!!
So people suck is my verdict for today. TWATS!!! Men are TWATS!!! Not all, I know. But for today, some.
Be good.
I'm near gare de l'est. have lived all over, though. even did the obligatory month at shakespeare's