People aren't chocolates. People are just bastard covered bastards with bastard filling.- scrubs
Not how I feel at all, just really like the quote.
How DO I feel? A few people asking me that recently - apart from the obvious - meh - I'm not to sure - I'm living every day from one to the next, like most people, mindful of the world going on, the wars, the elections of new people etc. but in truth - I don't really care abut anything outside of me own world of experience? Selfish - probably, but that's the truth of things right now.
It's my 30th in a few weeks, I don' really know or care abou the next number, despite this blog being names after the belief of Saturn returning being a major influence in my life and the baggage that comes with '30' - but heck, 23rd of this month, I become a year older.
I'm still being a tart, a bad man, a single guy looking for love in allthe wrong places - and, ultimately [and this is the true sense of irony] - finding it but usually in couples. Yes, dear friends, I'm the third wheel on many lover's bicycles at the moment. A good or bad things - well it gets me attention adn some 'lovin'' but just highlights the loneliness when I return back from the meaty places of the north [you know who you are] and sleep in a large empty bed.
What to do - whine on a log? Watch re-runs of Scrubs? Eat pizza after a meal already eaten? so far so good then...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
cock in frock on rock
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