i think you are the most beautiful creature on the planet, in every way. you are lovely with chopped hair. i love you. even when you're hurt. (maybe especially then...)
i got into work today and there were about 400 things to do because my boss doesn't know how to do anything unless i'm holding his hand. (seriously, hes afraid of the computer). so after a few hours of writing letters that say things like 'give me all your money you waste of human skin' disguised in phrases like... Read More
i had a friend once who tried being gay. it didn't work out for him, but at least he could say that he tried it. he used to have one of those magnetic poetry packs, where you write poems on you refridgerator. we used to drink too much jack. we used to pound our bodies with as much junk as we could find and i... Read More
No no nooooo, after i bite their heads off I don't eat them! I put them on little spikes as a warning to the other jelly baby armies who think they might have a go at attacking my lego stockbroker's fortress.
Yeowzers! That's intensely packed. I'm not sure about this but I think I can come up with two broad categories of relevance here. There are some things which stabilize and build on our habitual self. I dunno. Things like when one says of oneself "I'm the kind of person who...". So, "I'm the kind of person who never takes risks." I think we all need the limitations of habit to some varying degree or we'd not be able to function, let alone be successful in a social context. And then there are other things which seem to me to be about transcending the habitual and its limitations. Good art, in my book, does this. It connects to the energy and limitless potential of what one could be; punches a hole through the wall of the habitual self - shakes things up a bit. But there are other things which do this too. Questioning or exploring one's sexual identity, for example, or any other aspect of one's self is a risky, thrilling and potentially very scary and very liberating thing to do. It can also be very destructive. The power of limits...
well, its sunday morning and here i am fighting the urge to buy some shoes. this shoe fetish of mine is a very recent development (last 2 weeks). i just can't stop thinking about them and buying some more. i dont know where this came from. now, i've always been the kind of person thats worn shoes (who hasn't?), but i've only ever owned (at... Read More
Maybe its a phase - Id say, buy a couple pairs - you know keep it within reason- limit it to 10 or so ($$ permiting) - and see if that sates the desire - I go through phases like that - and buy 3 pairs of boots at the same time -
I have been wanting to update this journal for sometime now with something really meaningful to say, but i have come to the conclusion today that i have absolutely nothing to say. after 25 years on this planet (and a few years elsewhere--but they dont count) my mind is a vast void at the moment. what does this mean for me? perhaps its just shut... Read More
You don't have to worry about shipping costs - bring it back as hand luggage! If you stick it in your holdall between your camera and the tin of travel sweets I doubt if anyone would notice.
I do have a smallllll pic of the aforementioned tummy but I am a wee bit unsure of posting it. Part of the problem is actually posting it in the first place - I tried putting a pic on my journal a few days ago and it came out really really small, something about this [ ] size. Also, SG Land is full of beautiful people and I am conscious that I may be stoned and banished from the village if I post a pic of my hairy belly anywhere in the public domain. Imagine the emotional scarring people would suffer having been subject to such an image!
so, here i am, after yet another long day at the library, drinking my red stripe--jamaica lager beer (as the can reads) trying to assimilate all the information that i took in today but knowing that i'll probably lose it all somewhere in my dreamworld tonight.
i wish i had a good reason to like red stripe (like maybe i would if i had gone... Read More