these prunes are made for dancin

i hate patronising doctors

in pain

talking to my mother

i am really tired and so is she.

my neck has been hurting since last friday. it is now thursday. thats one week of havin a pain in the neck.

im sick of being irrationally sad, cross, psychotic, weepy and lazy at the same time. just one round with anthea turner may sort me out.

a girl over there wont stop staring at me the loser. fuck off.

dressing up like a traffic light isn't easy if people dont give you a chance.

forcing yourself to go to the library is a bit silly if you dont want to work.

achieving a fat belly is a reversable process. or so they say...

feel my heartbeat, moving the beat, and the symphonyyyyyy

lets hop to it thumper

ok so im no writer but when i say i have writers block when regarding writing for my blog then surely the implications of this go far beyond initial reasoning. a blog is an online declaration of musings. if i have writers block on my online jopurnal than is my existence as a social commentator defunct? have i no more musings to share? am i a cabbage?

if i was a cabbage id be a bit concerned, it seems that the demand for cabbage has declined somewhat, all i could hope for is that some lovely chinese restaurant will take me under their crispy duck wings (haha, im so funny) for me to loiter for my last days. at least id die with the piece of mind that my life served a purpose in the fact that i ended up actually being served.

do i just wanna talk romcoms? i think that in my present state of mind, that being now, i can actually survive without that amenity, im just too happy to be lifted by such light entertainment! and im not even a cabbage! imagine that!

i smell so good, what a hottie i am

my inspiration for waffle seems to have disintigrated. the only thing that seems to occupy my thoughts is the fact that nothing and everything has changed since the last time i wrote and i just can't get my head round it. am i a person who evolves and changes in accordance to my experiences and the world around me, as transcient as the next person? Or is the me of the present moment entirely different from that of 5 minutes ago? am i me because of what i have and will encounter, or is it because of the overbearing desire to please those around me? is it indeed their experiences that shape me, experiences that i may not even be aware of?

is it possible to live off 2 olives and half a cucumber for an entire episdode of Hollyoaks?

i suppose its about time that i wrote on here, couldnt really be arsed before, life has become too complicated.

its not as if life was hassle free before, or that happiness was that easy, or actually possible,to obtain. its just that, life at present is that much more confusing, tot he point that id rather just let it happen without my involvement.

various people and commitments are competing for my precious time and attention. and all i want to do is tell em to sod off and lie in the bath. but we dont have one. so i just sulk and listen to graham coxon twice daily. is such a diet healthy?

the world is watching.

or so they say.