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Gabrielle at Self-Injury: A Struggle has put three of my poems up! You can see them, here!
Tomorrow, I have the tremendously exciting task of assembling a wardrobe. And maybe buying a jumper.
Actually, I don't think I'm suited for this climate at all. I hate the cold, and I hate the heat. In Britain. Its not like it gets very cold or very hot here compared to most countries! Sheesh, I was obviously badly put together. Maybe I should go and live in France, where its milder. And feel sophisticated and pretend I'm Simone de beavoir but with better taste in men (who would go out with Jean-Paul Satre? the man was a pig!)
Ah well. I've been thinking about holidays actually. I fancy going to Paris, the Isle of Jura, or Egypt, or Greece, or America....lots of places. But I have no money and won't have many holidays once I get a job. How ironic, the unemployed who have plenty of time for good long holidays can't afford it while those who are working and can afford it can't spend a lot of time in places! Typical.
ho-hum. I really can't think of much else to say. Listening to "This is my truth tell me yours" by the manics at the moment. Couldn't face anymore Madonna. I mean, I like her - the old stuff that is - but too much of it drives you mad. I might listen to Tom Lehrer again (I have a strictly limited amount of music) or maybe Eminem. Hmmm.
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