I love pickled eggs. I hate nightmares.

I’m not like other girls. Go on, how’s that for a nicely wrapped up in self notion to start off the emo-entry for today? The weird thing is, I’m oddly terrified of admitting that. I suspect, were I to get all Freudian I could prolly blame my parents, I embarrassed them a hell of a … Read More

I have no idea how to get up from this. I feel as if I am my own punching bag. Keep on talking, keep on walking and eventually this bloody pulp will find some sort of cliff to fall over. That way lay not good thoughts. I’m going round in circles and that hole I … Read More

Saw DS Luke’s blog… and wasn’t so happy anymore. RIP Heath Ledger as of two and a half hours ago.

So, interesting chicken and the egg situation that I can’t resolve. Do I become unhappy because I feel like I can’t say things or do I feel like I can’t say things because I’m unhappy? Anyway, I’m making myself write this because not blogging isn’t good for me (nor is excessive blogging but thats not … Read More