Some facts.

1. I tend to repeatedly sabotage myself. Take, for example, my relationship with a girl called Liz. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me - she was the best thing that ever happened to me - but I messed it up. I lied, I neglected her, I didn't see past myself... It's easy to be selfish in a relationship. I took it too far. The future is the future, though...

2. There was this other girl... she was amazing, but too far away, and I managed to talk so much that I drove her away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I've now got no idea if there will ever be a chance again, but I still hope. Because I do love her. But it's all up in the air, and the distance is still an issue. I doubt she's interested. Her life is 4000 miles away.

3. I like... no, LOVE emo. Most people don't know what it is.

4. I don't feel the need to apologise for my opinions and beliefs.

5. I have no ethnicity in me other than White British. So I think that makes me some kind of Scandinavian.

6. I abhor racism, I am not a racist. I abhor all discrimination. I do not take part in it. But I find it equally difficult to see things from the point of view of those who do discriminate. I feel that because I don't have a legitimate understanding of such things to really give comment. But I'm alive and I have an opinion. I judge. And therefore, I still comment.

7. I smoke cigarettes, I don't really plan on stopping at any point and I don't see why I should.

8. I drink too much, probably.

9. I just realised I don't have a birthmark.

10. I absolutely LOVE clothes and shoes.

11. I don't believe in God, but I have respect for all beliefs and religions. And I DO believe that there's something there. I just don't know what it is.

12. I believe 100% in love.

13. I'm hoping that one day I will be able to settle down, own my own house and have a family. Simple dream, but a dream that many have.

14. I can't seem to control my money as well as most people I know.

15. I've probably caused my parents too much trouble. This doesn't mean I don't love them.

16. I love my friends.

I guess that's it for now. Maybe I'll put more up sometime.

Barack Obama...

The next President of the USA will be Barack Obama. I'm not American, but I'm very pleased with this result. I don't feel that I should go into any kind of explanation of my politics and beliefs right now, though; I'm just saying that I think this is fantastic news.

Winter is on its way...

Smart shoes.
Tight jeans.
Snazzy shirts.
Big coats.
Scarves.
Woollen gloves.
Hats to keep the ears warm.

I'd like to wear it all and hold your woollen gloved hand in mine.
We could walk and talk and breathe out cold air like cigarette smoke.
A love like this, a love so retro.
And there's only you to share it with.
It's just that I haven't met you yet.

Maybe I'll see you out.
One day.

I'm not interested...

But I am.
Oh yeah.
Fucking love the drama.
Get with the banshees!

It's crazy.
What's going on in my head is... different.
Oooooooh.
Madness.

I think it'll be okay.

Definitely worth it.

These hands are broken hands...

So we walk in time to the polyrhythms of a million iPods, playing louder than ever a call had been necessary. But these are the ways - maybe rules - of a 21st century life built on dysfunction, consequence, reflex, insecurity and irony. Oh, how good it would be if we were still together and awake. The latter would be a real treat.

But life is beautiful, because I have the kind of hair that a dormouse could live in. And that's great. Who knows? Maybe looking like this particular fool could be perfect. Because who doesn't love a beautiful mistake?

Like a missed take. Mistake. Ticker tape. Irate. Too late. My sake.

Oh, you love me off my feet.

Agressive beggars.

It's a pet hate of mine. They make me sick to my stomach. I have no problem with beggars. I'd be dishonest if I said nine times out of ten that I give money to beggars, but once in a while I will, if I can, if there's money to burn and somebody else could do with it other than me.

But agressive beggars... Fuckers. Fucking fuckers. I want to stomp them, kick them, beat them. I want to rip their hands off, watch their cans of Tennants Super roll away down the street. Fuckers.

"I hate you. I will not give you money. Your attitude deserves you not such luxuries. How does that feel? You wanted the money, I understand. But you should be polite. How does that feel? My foot on your skull, pushing down. You deserve this. My money is not for you. I hate you. Die, you fucker."

But of course I'm nice. I don't know if I hate aggressive beggars or just agression. I just wish they didn't make me feel the same way.

Nothing is funny enough anymore...

...and I don't know how to change this.
COMF*CK.
BZZZT.
There's a sound....
Is it you? Is it me?
do we have to use all this grammar no i dont think so okay well thats good then thanks very much good work i love you who are you god there could be five of us talking
SOMEBODY BRING ME A FULL F*CKING STOP
Control towers stopped smoking again.
Show me your hands.
I did do a nice thing. But I can't tell you what it is.
Oh why?
It's far too grandiose.
Or maybe I don't want to be the idol.
You have to love those kids though. They make the bestest mistakes.
Stupid f*cking horse. Calm yourself.
Oh yeah, is it that time?
No it isn't?
Are you sure?
Where are your words?
Here?
Shit, how did we miss it?
I love beauty.
I love beauty.
Acronyms are more fun when they spell rude words.
Gooddddddlybops.
Who else hates the internet? NOTMEMYFRIEND>>>>>> Commmmms.
F*ck it.