Maybe i should just turn this inti a travel blog as that seems to be the only time i have to write now. I assume no-one is following this anymore anyway so this is more like a digital time capsule when some unlucky sod types the wrong string into google. It’s World Cup time again. […]
So now i can leave my blog unattended from my phone…i’m so modern…
I’m not even going to bother with the obligatory apologies and excuses for not having written earlier. I still enjoy writing but my lifestyle has changed somewhat and does not allow me to keep this up. I’ll still keep it there and will write when I can but I’m not going to go so far as to make any promises for future output levels. I have a 3 month sabbatical at the moment so am writing from my Sister’s balcony in Sydney and so far have the impetus to write, though that may dwindle. The 30 songs in 30 days? Dead! Over! Forget it. Move along, there is nothing to see here.
…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…
I’m pretty sure when i die they will discover that i had some sort of syndrome – Matt Syndrome – which was never discovered cause it didn’t affect people as violently and extreme as the syndromes which are discovered…it kind of just affected them a little bit…
Is it dangerous?
No ma’am, just bothersome…
What does it do?
You will feel eternally tired
"I won't be round today"
"Keep on sniffing till your brain goes pop"
"Why can't you turn and face me? You fucking disappoint me!"
"Fuck you and your friend, I've got time for revenge, and you ain't got tomorrow"
