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if this was the cold war we could keep each other warm [Jun. 20th, 2011|09:01 pm]
[mood |bit ill, really]
[music |neil young]

I was reading through my LJ the other night, a quite rewarding exercise all in all. I used to do these little survey things all the time as a way of making myself write when I had nothing I felt able to write about. So I'm going to do that now.


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So there. That killed some time.
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all young hearts: brace for impact [Jun. 13th, 2011|02:11 am]
[mood |calming]
[music |bright eyes]

I have a diary and another pretentiously titled and entirely secret blog that I can't figure out how to work, so my LiveJournal is becoming more and more redundant with each passing second. It's a shame - I've been here for nine years now and leaving it discarded in a bin seems a bit harsh. But, as people tend to become increasingly aware, I am nothing if not harsh.

Who am I, then?

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bruce barry was a working man [May. 23rd, 2011|05:27 pm]
I've been staring at this box for a good ten minutes now. I can't believe that I simply don't have anything to say, because I'm usually bursting with words and ideas and nonsense. I think it's a similar concept to physical fitness, being able to write - when I used to write every day I could just sit down and tap out 500 words of meagre entertainment without thinking about it. Now it feels like a 5 mile run. In the rain. Whilst on fire.

I don't know. I'm up, I'm down, I'm okay, I'm not, I'm tipsy, I'm drunk, I'm drunker, I'm asleep.
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a constant knot in my gut [Mar. 25th, 2011|01:54 pm]
[mood |jflasjl;f]
[music |hfashfas]

My old clothes don't fit like they once did, so they hang like ghosts of the people I have been.

Every time I update this thing it is merely to comment on how it's been so long since I've updated it. I don't really have the audience to write to any more, which I suppose is a shame. I used to do this multiple times a week and enjoy the whole rigmarole of it.

So, yes. It's because no one reads these any more.

It almost certainly isn't because I don't have anything to say any more.
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sleeping sickness [Sep. 20th, 2010|03:14 pm]
[mood |pensivepensive]
[music |city and color]

I like that this thing still exists. I like that I can leaf back through time and figure out just how little I have changed, just grown slightly taller and wider. It's a double edged sword however, because you'd think the litany of mistakes catalogued here would have at some point actually forced me to change when presented with the grim reality of the sheer number of things that I have lost.

I don't know what is wrong. I hate days off work.

I think.
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i did it all for you [Jul. 8th, 2010|12:45 am]
[mood |smug]
[music |wakey!wakey!]

Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

In that I am not dead.

Shakespeare - March 1612
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i will be home then [Apr. 12th, 2009|02:16 pm]
[mood |summerish]
[music |the decemberists and that]

At the time, you were a rake and a rastabout.

I'm led on my bed, the sun is streaming through my window. It warms my face as I listen to a strange combination of The Decemberists and the ambient noise of cars and people. The sole of my shoe is peeling away from the leather and my jacket needs dry cleaning. I am happier than I have been in years.
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the pepsi album chart [Jan. 18th, 2009|05:09 pm]
[Current Location |bossingham, motherfucker]
[mood |full of food]
[music |christina aguilera, motherfucker]

This bohemian couch surfing lifestyle is insane. Since Wednesday I have stayed at Andy, Tom, Chris and Mak's, Abi's and Ben's. Tonight I am staying at Katie's. I have also been fed an amazing roast dinner and now I'm just chilling out in the country. Hopefully the house will all be sorted in the next day or so, though. It really is an amazing house - the view from the window is to absolutely die for. Palace Street and the Cathedral. Om nom nom nom.

Hi, by the way.
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i poured my heart out over coffee [Jan. 5th, 2009|01:44 am]
[mood |hakfhkasfhkl]
[music |gklsadhgklhsdgkl]

I don't really know what I want to say. I don't know if I want to be cryptic and self indulgent, I don't know if I want to be flighty and whimsical, I don't know if I just want to tell the truth.

It's occured to me lately how I've managed to drive pretty much everyone that I care about away from me, through various ways and means. It's quite the talent. Although it means that now, when I look in the mirror, I'm not entirely sure who I see anymore. Sometimes I wish it could be about two years ago, when everything as wonderful as it has been in a long time.

I've spent the last few days being out of the house as much as humanly possible, and it has, I will admit, been fun. But I can't afford to keep doing that. I need to sit myself down and sort myself the fuck out. THIS IS BORING BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.
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an update of sorts [Dec. 23rd, 2008|03:44 pm]
[Current Location |on my bed at home]
[mood |fine]

Everybody and their mother has done this quiz. I too am going to do it, for fear of being shunned from popular society for my lack of meme completing skills. If I'm going to be shunned from society for anything I'd rather like to be something massive, like genocide or a dreadful choice of hat. Of the two, I feel the dreadful choice of hat is more likely; although I'm being careful not to rule anything out.

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