Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Entitlements

"You may be entitled to your own house, you may be entitled to your own plane, but you're not entitled to your own facts."

Nice jab, Governor. I'd like to say that to a particular someone, too.

Friday, 28 September 2012

Someday

Dear Friend,

I'm sorry you're blind now, so you can't see. But I'd like to think that God will heal you someday, that it won't be too late. With brand new eyes, you'd see clearly, all traces of the illness purged from your body. And we'd laugh heartily at those dark days.


Yours faithfully,
J

Friday, 27 July 2012

July

July be painless,
July be quick.
July be over,
Don't be a ****.

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Terror

I am a scaredy-cat.

I am afraid of so many things; beths, ghosts, even sex. Yes, sex. Don't judge me. You're judging me, stop.

Right now, I'm terrified. I'm terrified of being that Wreck, and I know this time round, it's going to be amplified.

Monday, 9 July 2012

Welcome to the Real World

I've had a taste of work life.

It's salty from sweat, and from tears I never shed.

It's bitter from pain, inflicted by those who seek petty gain.

It's synthetic, like a maraschino cherry, because with some people, you have no choice but to make merry.

It's complex, a whole new world of knowledge I need to grasp.

It's OK though, because at the end of all this, I know I'll come away stronger. This is the beginning - life will get sweeter.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Period

Shit.

You caught me staring.

Quick, what do I do now?! With a fumble and a mumble, I scamper away.

Your words replay in my head, so curt and anchored. They weren't like this before. You weren't like this before.

This hurts like a paper cut, seemingly insignificant, yet ever-present. In everything, I see a little piece of you.

Friday, 13 April 2012

This. Fucking. Hurts.

My toe hurts like a bitch and I can't sleep! Holy shit, it's killing me!

If you haven't heard me whine yet, I had my toenail extracted last weekend - the big one. It hurts like hell, and I can't walk properly now. I've just cleansed the wound and it's throbbing like MAD. The best part is, I'm supposed to be giving a talk next week. I'm already gonna be a nervous wreck, and now I need add walking normally to my list of worries! This is really shit luck!

I look like I have gangrene or something; my toe looks like one of those feet you see on cigarette packs. Freaking gross! I thought I was done complaining, but it's hurting really bad now and I can't think of anything else.

Monday, 9 April 2012

Spoils

I can't believe I swooned over that! Dafuq. I used to say that!

I realise that these things are all about pace and timing. Maybe I could steal a few pointers and come up with my own bag of tricks.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Pear

I've never written candidly about us post mortem, but I guess tonight permits me to wear my heart on my sleeve.

It's been a full year, and it seems like you don't care anymore.

I've moved on, but not to someone new. I've moved on to a new phase of my life, one without my security blanket, my giant teddy bear. I felt like I had somehow lost myself in that relationship, like my eyes had been veiled by a cloak of familiarity and I couldn't take my next step forth. I just feel the need to be free, whatever that means. I'm sorry for being such a self-destructive and selfish person.

Even now that the stardust has fallen and settled deep into the cracks, I'll always hold close what you mean to me.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

Standards

It's time I have some.

Am I being too idealistic? It's money I need now, not a career. So I should just suck it up, right? But everything you do tells a story, one about you. If I just plunge into anything and everything, I'm gonna add up to nothing.

Yes, I think some standards are in order. In every aspect. I'll wait it out, new beginnings will come in time.


I'm on my way to the gym right now. It's been so long since I last exercised, I just know I'll get muscle ache tomorrow!

You know, I think I might be starting to get... Flabby. I'm not kidding. My metabolism's supposed to serve me well for another couple of years, but I can already see the signs. Maybe I'm paranoid, but I can feel a slight double chin. Time to bust those calories!