31.5.07
In Twos
30.5.07
To This End
There used to be a time when it'd take almost two weeks for the stuff to arrive... Is this because we're an official EU candidate now?
29.5.07
Rainy
Personally, I'd rather find my trout awake, it's more fun to go fishing that way. Not that I actually go fishing, haven't done that in, oh, over 15 years, and I've never done any trout fishing at all, but, well, I'm letting my thoughts flow, and this is as good topic as any. Certainly better than this shit about brown mice bobbing... And who the hell keeps oatmeal in a chest? Get some jars, people!
28.5.07
Software, Software...
27.5.07
Shit
Again, yay.
25.5.07
The Point?
I hope it won't hurt too much.
24.5.07
Big Dogs
22.5.07
Of Scorching and Conflagration
21.5.07
How Many Is Too Many?
20.5.07
Felt Tip
18.5.07
Radio, What's New?
17.5.07
Where?
I'll blame the weekend.
13.5.07
A Night Out
And people keep telling me I should go work in Brussels for a month... Go to a two-week seminar in Sweden... Right.
11.5.07
Avoiding Hypocrisy
10.5.07
LRH, LRH...
Until yesterday. For some reason, I went to explore the wonders of Scientology on Wikipedia.
Oh, the ego. Oh, the delusions of grandeur. Oh, the paranoia. Oh, the sheer stupidity. I would've been better off not knowing that the author of my favourite childhood book was an egotistical, lying con artist. But now the box is open, and the cat is dead. A child's fantasy shattered.
Oh, well... I suppose I can now add the Scientologists to the groups of people to annoy whenever possible.
7.5.07
...Is Falling Down
I don't really know why. Maybe because I've realised that I don't really want to be an emotional zombie, even if it hurts more. And hurt it does. I remember it, and I think I'll be fully reminded soon.
I refuse. Even though it's pointless. But I refuse.
5.5.07
A Lie
4.5.07
Misconceptions
3.5.07
Many Returns
I'm missing Mr Prozac. I'm definitely going unstable. But I refuse to start taking it again.




