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OK,
I want to be more organised. Also, more money, and a decent place to live.
I wish that I could remember to pay bills on time.
I hate very little, actually. I’m a remarkably tolerent bloke when it comes down to it. I don’t even hate the Govt. I just feel let down.
I love chocolate. And coffee. But mostly chocolate.
I miss living in a city, having friends within walking distance, not having to worry about money.
I fear um, not much, really. ID cards and NIR forcing more fines on my because I forgot to do something, but that’s just a usual thing.
I hear the godawful music that downstairs is playing. She’s not as loud as she was, but still.
I wonder whether I’ll ever sort my life out.
I regret most of the ones that got away, including the ones that are likely to read this.
I am not reliable
I dance rarely these days. No clubs I like the look of locally, and can’t afford to travel to go out currently.
I sing nowhere near as often as I did at school. Not sure what I would even sound like these days.
I cry almost never. I don’t really do emotions, so it’s been ages.
I am not organised. I’m also definately not stupid.
I make with my hands very little. Except the noise of fingers hitting keyboards.
I write because it helps me think and clarify my beliefs. Also, because I’m an arrogant b’stard.
I confuse most people when I’m talking, I’m not a coherent speaker, hence the writing.
I should finish tidying the flat, get a part time income, sort my life out.
I start late. I’m not a morning person. At all. Burning the midnight oil I do. Mornings require multiple coffess before coherence is possible.
I finish virtually nothing. Many ongoing projects, never complete.
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Also, Radio 4, now. Marcus Brigstocke on politicians. Who he? You fail at life and comedy.