I actually have a wealth of material for this here thing, just not enough time to publish it. Does wealth imply quality as well as quantity? That might be misleading. I have an abundance…
There is a sign at my local tube station that reads something like:
“Walk carefully on the escalators – last month 34 serious injuries, 1 fatality.”
I don’t know if I should be more cautious of the evidently lethal metal stairs or the apparent hordes of retards surrounding me that are using them.
I have to preface my next point by saying i have never seen the movie Sliding Doors. I am aware of the concept of the movie but frankly i find that blonde bint in it entirely annoying. Never-the-less i have come to think of my journal as a bit like sliding doors. I write a lot of letters, explanations, theories etc, sometimes just ramblings and free association…anything to try to make the noise stop really. But the sliding doors part really has more to do with the letters.
Slight setback in that the two posts from 2007 i found, one has already been posted. Drat. So yeah i had an impromptu visit from an ex Frankfurter last night which fell short of being messy but still prevented me from posting day 3 on day three. So i guess i’ll have to post twice tomorrow.
This is why this challenge is a little bit shit. Now i have to essentially promote some terrible music. How do you pick your least favourite song? I’d be hard pressed to pick my least favourite artist. So this one might just be some things that piss me off. I’m a bit too tired to write something more in depth than that, and the thought of another 28 posts in the next 28 days is making me think i’ve written a cheque i definitely can’t cash.
So here we go, 30 posts in 30 days. What better day to start than the first of June? Makes it easier to keep track of right? And on the 31st day he rested. Unfortunately i don’t quite have the time, nor the inclination at the moment to craft 30 full posts so what you get is going to be a hybrid thingy. I’ve been meaning to do the Wastebook 30day song challenge for a while now but can’t quite bring myself to post that many updates on wastebook.
…Thanks again for fucking up my layout! I don’t have time to post and now I have to find time to fix up your shitty css updates! Sincerely, Tomi
So my web-bloggy thingy is up for renewal again. I’ve posted something like 7 times since last renewal. That makes it an extortionate amount for someone that writes in notepad and posts when i have the time and inclination. Anyway i’ll propbably end up doing it. I have a plan for 30 days of posts….sounds exciting doesn’t it??? Anyway in the meantime…consider this:
I spend half my time feeling sorry for myself because of the way i see this world..the other half i spend feeling sorry for those who can’t see it this way…
Why can’t self-deprecating humour or observations be just what it says on the box? Why does it always have to be a cry for sympathy or reassurance? If i say my food poisoning was welcomed as i could probably do with losing a bit of weight…it is because i am probably 15 or 20 kilos over weight, not because i want the recipient of my humour to try to tell me I’m not. If i don’t think i’m technical enough to pass a techie interview that would be because i’m entirely self-taught and didn’t cover all the basics but skipped to the parts i actually use. I make independent observations about myself all the time, but when i tell other people about them it makes them uncomfortable and resort to stupid reassuring comments that mean fuck all to anyone with half a brain. Yet if i make these observations about someone else – oh that’s insightful, oh yeah i never thought of it like that, you know you’re right they do that because of that. I can’t be introspective? Maybe not with relationships…i’ll concede to that one but in everyday observations i can’t see why i can’t say the things that i do. It’s not me being depressed or a cry for help…im just pointing out cause and effect…
"Keep on sniffing till your brain goes pop"
"Don't think cause i'm talking, we're friends..."
"And he still gives his love, he just gives it away and the love he receives is the love that is saved"
"And he still gives his love, he just gives it away and the love he receives is the love that is saved"
