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Resurfacing on my blog - just recording the state of things.

Joe is happy. Content. Spends too much time thinking about photography, rather than actually doing it!

Oooh, I've not posted here in years!

Well, that's because I don't really do blogging and such things. But perhaps I should state (for the record) that I am very happy with my lot.

So, bang goes another relationship - just as i'd started to fall in love with Emma, she pulls it out the bag... she's not happy not being able to see me all the time, cares hugely for me - and this equates to....

That's right - we must stop calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend... but it's ok to still be really close friends. Confusing...
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Journals are principally for those who read them, but as i would imagine nobody really reads mine (because i choose not to be part of the sg community in its fullest sense), i guess journal entries are mostly for historical record.

For the record then: I am recovering from a nasty cold and am just about to go food shopping in Waitrose... What a wonderfully...
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It is with a certain level of pessimistic happiness that I make a return to completing this occaisional journal entry - after more than a year of removing myself from the public eye.

I am now happier, no longer depressed and definitely raring to go!

Happiness. Confusion. Love. Kisses.

I want, I need, I will have a new bass guitar. I found one in Manchester that I like.

Last weekend, I saw my beloved Dream Theater twice, at opposite ends of the country. :o) Superbness!

Oh my, another monday! I'm so excited! (I jest!)

Just got back home from visiting family down south. Always odd, but fun.

"Don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle... it lies!"

Well, today is just another one of those days that flies by before you noticing it.

But I just developed a new groovy bass line, and some words to go with it... kinda exactly how I feel. Happy, but sad. solid, but fragile.

'I feel like dancing, I feel like flying, I feel like sitting on the stairs and crying'.

Goddamn, haven't updated here in a while. Not that anyone reads it, so there's little point in the long run.

My baby, my love, my heart and soul (my bass) sustained it's first damage today.

I am so upset... I look after it like so well and then it just goes and jumps into my hi-fi! Grrr.

How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?

How Can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?

Etc...

How can a song mean so...
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