Weird Night…
I’m having a weird night.
I will probably go into more detail at some point.
No, apparently not. I guess I’m not a real blogger at heart, there are some things I just dont want anybody to be able to read, regardless of whether they know me or not. I’m happy to cuss out someone, or bitch about work, but I have a whole lot of words right now that I just dont want to post. Writing this shit down always helps me work through it in my own mind, so perhaps I should invest $1 and buy an honest to god book of paper that I can write this shit down in. Of course, evenings like this only come around every few years ( thank F%$# for that ) by which time i’ll have lost the book.
You realise now that by this point I’m just making words come out in the hope that I’ll trick my mind into thinking it’s said what it wants to say.. no? Oh.. a little slow there aincha!
I guess the first mistake was listening to albums that I once recieved track by track via IRC…





October 29th, 2006 at 6:34 pm
Albums tracks via IRC? Man, that takes me back…
And yes, writing is very cathartic: pour it all out in Word or summat - and then delete it.
October 29th, 2006 at 8:55 pm
You did that too?