August 2008
10 posts
You know it's
a problem, when it overtakes breakfast in the morning ‘to-do hierarchy’.
I've turned into
a person that
falls asleep
to the sound of somebody narrating excerpts fromThe Economist. And, do you know what? I don’t even care. I like being an
INTELLECTUAL.
This didn't come
from the
HEART.
It came from guilt.
Cristiano Ronaldo,
we love you; I always believed in the happily ever after.
Don't you know
I’ve got my mother’s eyes? My mother is a workaholic.
I am the proof that
there IS a God.
July 2008
97 posts
Yes, Kele,
I’m hoping for a miracle.
I could have got lost
in Liz Fox’s eyes. Luckily, I’m still here.
I've always thought
you were a prick.
now I know for sure.
I'm almost never
out of the woods.
F**k you, Apple.
why don’t you MacBook Touch my arse.
I must have just wasted
a load of time filling out pointless forms.
this day
could not have been more shit.
here’s why.
Where are you,
GOD? Show yourself.
I should count myself
lucky to have friends like these.
Being a temporary Economist
makes me want to be a permanent one.
Laurence Fiole
is a woman. A French woman, to be exact.
I've got to
get out of this place.
I've watched it again;
Marissa didn’t have to die.
Let it be said
that I will never give up on You. I couldn’t if I tried.
Tonight
is the night Marissa dies again.
Actually,
I can’t blame VICE or Kern.
It was all me. I’m sorry - really.
Vice Magazine
& Richard Kern helped me make a big mistake.
Lord, I’m sorry.
“You are a fever
You are a fever
You ain’t born typical.”
– The Kills | U.R.A Fever
There's so much
to do in Japan and I want the ultimate experience.
Take each
minute as it comes. Leave the rest to God.
Whatever happens,
happens. But this will be my summer soundtrack.
Today is the day.
It better had be, because I don’t know if I can do this any more…
Alive before midday:
it’s a holiday miracle!
I'd watch the football
if only for eScala!
BRITAIN’S GOT TALENT!
I could never
be a teacher.
I just haven’t got the patience.
Just like that,
the plot unravelled into nothing.
what will I do now?
Writing it down
makes me feel less ALONE.
I miss
my FRIENDS. Well, just three in particular.
More bullsh*t.
when will someone give me a CHANCE?
I miss
the smell of LDN.
F**k you.
I will not be spoken to like a Jew circa Nazi Germany.
Forget Love,
MUSIC changes everything.
Another day...
and still no DOLLAR.
but hope remains.
Then, from nowhere,
a tiny glimmer of HOPE.
Time to get
back on track.
enough is enough.
If I get through this
It will be the greatest miracle of my life.
The Ruby Suns
have helped uncover cultural roots I never knew I had.
F**k it,
I’ll just watch movies & PARTIE TRAUMATIC
ALL DAY LONG!
I had no idea
that I was going to be made to be an unpaid
RECEPTIONIST
in my own home.