finally getting the lost Drak mp3’s off pa.. haven’t seen him for so long, it almost seems odd talking to him again.. but ma and …
angie: calculators are easy.. lizzardbreath: anything that beeps is dangerous.. cough oh my…
i’ve been finally re-designing ang.dx.. well, i knew what i wanted, but i’ve finally found the image i want to use.. so i’ll fiddle with …
i think.. no, i know there has to be something behind pollywaffle’s behaviour of late.. but, truth is, i’m not game to confront it.. it’s …
i haven’t been on much lately.. i’ve had time to dial up, receive mail, check messengers, and go again. that’s it. clayton has been staying …
spent the day on edge, waiting for Kim-Ann to say something, waiting for David to say something, waiting for the phone to ring. David was …
how many times do you have to ask me why i am who i am? crazy for asking myself that question, and yet you expect …
it’s not been too bad, i guess.. slept in, cleaned the kitchen, did my laundry, tried (again) to meditate, got disturbed by princess offering coffee, …
so last night, at about 1am, the computer crashes… not just the ‘lock-reset’ kind of crash.. the ‘lock-reset-lock-reset-can’t find the hard drive-shutdown-sleep-wake up-reformat the hard …
puppy palace with Myles and Toni after venting about Kim-Ann’s bitch-trick of wednesday night.. what planet she’s from, i don’t know, but it seems she …
hmm. i appear to be awake. it might be 2pm or thereabouts, but the last two weeks have been a real trip.. Princess, Clay, Paul …
scrawled in a notebook, 2am last night, attempting to get over the last of the filming..
ebola. (take me on, take me down).(pandora’s box).
Take me to an ugly place,
let me be your one disgrace.
Time flies and you mix and mingle,
lost and yet, not even single.
I’m blessed but tempted,
hiding somewhere,
shuddering, shaking,
fearing, nearing,
can’t stop hearing,
open season,
haunted, hunted,
ghosts and demons,
found. confronted.
my quote for the day. it was a ‘fuck it’ kind of day, following a ‘woah’ weekend.. i spent four hours lying on the floor …
we were supposed to finish filming last night… but at 5pm, i got a phone call from Gareth (Paul’s housemate)… Paul was in hospital again …
up down around again and you were so worried about me. but you’re the one that caved, reminded by god-knows-what, you slipped, asked, tried to …
dammit.. there’s something going on with .f2g .. i can’t log into the ftp server from this computer, and when loading the site, i either …
