*105
Oh god really? Why is everyone talking about me?
*104
Todays world is diffrent to that of yesterdays and that of tomorrow, one thing that remains is i still hate people inspite of the period of time and its related world that i happen to find my self in.
*103
I’ve discovered a wonderfull woman. A dead woman but no less wonderfull. Pleasse read sylvia plath. Possiblly the best poet i’ve ever read.
*102
I’d love to tell you what time it is here, but unfortunatly my phone doesnt show me the time when i’m typing a post. Among all its other capablities it is also unable to tell me the day, the date but not what day it is. Its cold and dark here. I’m cosy in bed, i cant sleep but thats fine. I’m thinking of him, i’m wondering if he will read this. I want to text him to see if hes awake as well. But i dont wont to in case hes not.
*101
The 11.15 bus has just past my window thats yet another bus load of people thats seen me naked. Also i thought it approprite to let you know that i gave an interesting boy a blow job the other day. He tasted of carrot cake and smelt of vanilla. That is all.
*100
Today i hope finish my four day stright sint in the libarary. Today i hope to complete all the work i have and be able to go out After work and enjoy myself.
Today i will stare at a screen for hours and write approximatly 3 words.
*99
so its my 99th post, which compared you most isnt a lot, but then i do have to write each of mine so its a bit of a land mark for me, i should put some thing in about 99 red ballons and germany, but i dont want to… so here goes,
its 9 hours into 2012, and i hate it already.
that IS all.
*98
so i’m thinking about taking a vow of silence. whatcha think?
*96
i’m thinking of changing my blogs name. 6amdec14 doesnt mean anything anymore, what do u think. any suggestions.
and kindness is a sin?
*95
i am so sick of this shit.
*94
so its 5:18, im not cold but i’ve put the heating on, i’m still drinking from the night before, but i’m not really drunk.
i’m in one of those moods where you wonder around the house naked, your clothes have been drying on the rack for 4 days now, so you stroll past and pick a jumper off and put it on, because you hope that putting a hooded top on might accentuate your nakedness.
my kitchen is a mess, but my things are perfectly categorised,
is this a mood or a state of being?
please note a distinct lack of re blogged posts, 95% of what you see here is my own work... i'm just saying.
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