An old friend e-mailed me this morning to let me know another old friend has sadly decided this life was not for him. He went in one of the worst ways I can imagine, he put himself right in front of a train and waited for impact.
How shitty must your outlook on life and everything around it be if you come to the conclusion that all that is left for you to do is to throw yourself on the tracks? What anguish, what heart-shattering pain, what sheer and utter loneliness must you feel for that option to be the best, or indeed only, option left?
My heart bleeds. The world just lost a shining star.
2010-11-11
Buying Things Just For The Sake Of Buying Things
So today I bought one of these...
...and one of these...
...and one of these...
...and also I'm reading this:
It's been a pretty good day all in all and I'm quite content although I'm up way later than I should be because I couldn't sleep again. There's a storm coming on tonight, the weatherman said, and it's clearly brewing outside. Rain giving the windows a damn good thrashing and all that.
Just hope it's all done by the morrow, it's seriously shitty riding a bike in a storm.
...and one of these...
...and one of these...
...and also I'm reading this:
It's been a pretty good day all in all and I'm quite content although I'm up way later than I should be because I couldn't sleep again. There's a storm coming on tonight, the weatherman said, and it's clearly brewing outside. Rain giving the windows a damn good thrashing and all that.
Just hope it's all done by the morrow, it's seriously shitty riding a bike in a storm.
2010-11-10
And Now For A Quick Recap
So my little brother got engaged recently.
Isn't it odd how we all grow up and do the things expected from us and all we can do is just hope and pray that we get to maintain some of the recklessness and happiness and devil-may-care-ness that we have when we, age 23, ask the girl we love to marry us?
My little brother is the most put-together person I know, he's serious and hardworking and reliable and organised to the bone. His girlfriend (oh sorry, fiancée...) is a great match for him; almost brassy but not at all without class, completely alive in every way, a reined-in revolutionary, probably the cleverest girl I know (apart from me, goes without saying, yes?). She will keep him fun. She will save him from himself, and he will save her from everyone else, and they will be one of those couples that manage. If they're lucky, they may even be happy.
They're getting married on January 7th. I'm already tearing up at the thought of it all.
Isn't it odd how we all grow up and do the things expected from us and all we can do is just hope and pray that we get to maintain some of the recklessness and happiness and devil-may-care-ness that we have when we, age 23, ask the girl we love to marry us?
My little brother is the most put-together person I know, he's serious and hardworking and reliable and organised to the bone. His girlfriend (oh sorry, fiancée...) is a great match for him; almost brassy but not at all without class, completely alive in every way, a reined-in revolutionary, probably the cleverest girl I know (apart from me, goes without saying, yes?). She will keep him fun. She will save him from himself, and he will save her from everyone else, and they will be one of those couples that manage. If they're lucky, they may even be happy.
They're getting married on January 7th. I'm already tearing up at the thought of it all.
2010-11-09
It's probably nothing. Maybe cancer.
I'm starting to suspect that my right leg is somewhat longer than my left leg. When I have my MacBook on my lap it tilts to the left.
2010-11-08
Five things you didn't know about me except it's just one.
My indian name is Katatonka. It means She Who Speaks With Sarcastic Undertones.
2010-11-03
Five more songs I (inexplicably) know the lyrics to.
1. Islands in the stream - Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers.
2. Copacabana - Barry Manilow.
3. Rainbow in the dark - Dio.
4. Hips don't lie - Shakira.
5. Breathe - Blu Cantrell feat Sean Paul.
Yes, people. Eeeeevery single word. I'm not sure how this happened, but I'm leaning towards some kind of alien abduction scenario, probably during the earlier half of my twenties (those years are kinda hazy so it'd make sense).
2. Copacabana - Barry Manilow.
3. Rainbow in the dark - Dio.
4. Hips don't lie - Shakira.
5. Breathe - Blu Cantrell feat Sean Paul.
Yes, people. Eeeeevery single word. I'm not sure how this happened, but I'm leaning towards some kind of alien abduction scenario, probably during the earlier half of my twenties (those years are kinda hazy so it'd make sense).
2010-10-16
Pale runs the ghost swollen on the shore..
Seriously, Project Runway?! What were they thinking?? To pick Gretchen over April was just madness. Gretchen is boring. And she's white trash. She says "y'all" like thrice each episode, get rid of her! Lose the po' white folk, Heidi! I'm not even gonna bother haiku'ing this shit, frankly it's not worth my time.
Also, I recently quit Facebook, and for about three days thereafter I was proper hooked on Twitter and then I thought no…hang on…no more over sharing…and I quit Twitter too. So now I'm just a regular incognito person. It's nice. I feel a bit like my mum or maybe the Queen of England. I don't think she's got FB either.
Lately I've been spending a lot of time playing board games with a three year old. It's great cause he's got absolutely no trace of shame in his body; he cheats like there's no tomorrow and it kinda gives me carte blanche to do the same and I actually really enjoy being a board game anarchist.
'Sides that it's all the same, pretty much. I drink way too much red wine and read books when I should be hoovering and I recently bought this protein milkshake powder so now I rarely ever eat anything at all. Liquids rock. Being unhealthily thin rocks too.
Speaking of books, if you haven't read Tao Lin's "Richard Yates" you bloody well should. It's magical. And if you haven't downloaded Mars Volta's entire back catalogue you're a moron. Do it for chrissake you muppet! Now!
Ok, laters then.
Also, I recently quit Facebook, and for about three days thereafter I was proper hooked on Twitter and then I thought no…hang on…no more over sharing…and I quit Twitter too. So now I'm just a regular incognito person. It's nice. I feel a bit like my mum or maybe the Queen of England. I don't think she's got FB either.
Lately I've been spending a lot of time playing board games with a three year old. It's great cause he's got absolutely no trace of shame in his body; he cheats like there's no tomorrow and it kinda gives me carte blanche to do the same and I actually really enjoy being a board game anarchist.
'Sides that it's all the same, pretty much. I drink way too much red wine and read books when I should be hoovering and I recently bought this protein milkshake powder so now I rarely ever eat anything at all. Liquids rock. Being unhealthily thin rocks too.
Speaking of books, if you haven't read Tao Lin's "Richard Yates" you bloody well should. It's magical. And if you haven't downloaded Mars Volta's entire back catalogue you're a moron. Do it for chrissake you muppet! Now!
Ok, laters then.
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