Eyes wide shut.

She believed if she shut her eyes and ears tight enough they wouldn’t be able to hurt her anymore.

I, Lucifer

“My side of the story. The funk. The jive. The boogie. The rock and roll. (I invented rock and roll. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve invented. Anal sex, obviously. Smoking. Astrology. Money… Let’s save time: Everything in the world that distracts you from thinking about God. Which… pretty much… is everything in the world, isn’t it? Gosh.)”

-I, Lucifer Glen Duncan

Pluto may no longer be a planet. How interesting. I GREW UP WITH 9 PLANETS! When I woke up, there were only 8 left. HAHA. I liked Pluto. It’s all small and far away. It’s better than Saturn, or Jupiter.

:)  

*giggles

Big fat sow.

It’s funny how she only refers to them as have “broken up”, the way angst-y adolescents do. It’s just inappropriate to use “divorced”, “separated” or “split-up” isn’t it?

And moving out just makes everything final, dashing that last lingering piece of hope. Not that there was much of it anyway.

Just hanging there by the thinnest thread.

Happy Birthday Fernie dearest. I love you. :) 19 years, it’s far too early to die.

Anyway, it was a pretty good night out at DXO, compared to Zouk on Wednesday. I’m aching all over from that dancing. It’s a good kind of ache, the kind that numbs and makes every other pain pale in comparison. It’s always nice to have distractions.

But you can’t always have distractions in life. You can’t always be distracted.

Focus, they say, and you’ll achieve your goals. Put in your best and you’ll reap what you sow.

Big fat Sow. 

Snorts.

Spew vulgarities.

I’m in this incredibly bad mood now I have the urge to go bang myself on the wall and weep and spew all the vulgarities in the world.

And the funny thing is, I don’t even have a reason to. I mean, if I had a proper reason to hurl abuse at all small, cute, furry, cuddly animals, I would, but the thing is, there isn’t. So I’m stuck here feeling completely restless and wanting to go bash something up but feeling worse because there is (a) nothing to bash, (b) no reason to bash.

I think I sound pretty violent.

Okay, back to POM.

Of frustration.

I promise I will write a substantial entry soon, although there’s nobody to answer to except myself.

Am fighting a headache the size of twenty hippos now and I’ve vowed to get some work done.

Argh.

Hello World!

I just moved over from Blogspot, so this is pretty new to me.

:) But I quite like WordPress; hassle free and all. And it seems ilke it has pretty much what I want from a host and almost idiot-proof at that.

I should be moving over permanently from Blogspot soon.

Meanwhile, watch this space!