Monthly Archives: April 2005
Oh my God, before anything else, go HERE. Tomorrow I hope to buy a CD that I hope will ensure hatred of me for all eternity. Spoken word, pseudo hip hop, with an English accent is… something. Oh my The … Continue reading
I had a long entry going, and then I accidentally closed the window. I think that might be a sign. fuck.
It is Friday night at 1:11am, and I am drinking tea and eating yoghurt + granola in a desperate attempt to stay awake. I have this great big idea that caffeine + late nights will = writing and productivity. All … Continue reading
No long, dramatic, boring travellogues here. You'll have to ask to read the unpublished manuscript in a few years. What I have on offer are pictures.
I am at a certain hostel (oxford backpacker's) in a certain town (oxford) trying to make amends for certain stupid actions (my behaviour for the past 19 years). Who says there is no mystery left in the world? I would … Continue reading
How do I always find myself in the same hostel coffee house in London wired on caffeine writing deadjournals? Oh, right, I like the familiar. Highlights: -Dreamt last night I had my own fancy office. Alex came to visit. He … Continue reading
^^^that is the title of a pseudo memoir by George Orwell that resonated eerily with me… in Vienna and Interlaken. Paris and London have put me on the up on up. Here's why!! Things to do in Paris: -Get moist. … Continue reading
only to find no new e-mails or deadjournals, A LITTLE PIECE OF ME DIES ON THE INSIDE. yes. DIES. I walked around some giant mountains today taking pictures of a drawing of Steph (we renewed our vows+). then i climbed … Continue reading
I was hiking down the small Alpine mount I had found (Hohrungen, 733 m, do not fret, Interlaken is like 570 m) when I realized I am homesick. It is only a mild case, but it goes a long way … Continue reading
I've started planning Topher's EuroTrip 2010 (in order to make up for what I will not see this time around). I may or may not go to Portugal one of the last weekends in England. I walked about five miles … Continue reading