Back baby.

christ, I am awful at this blogging lark. Its funny, I fill endless journals with nonsense and it never reaches anyone.

Blog will get better.

I find myself thinking too much again.

I'm starting to think that the point of life now is creativity.

Its getting hard now.

I'm trying goddamnit.

the blog will get better

I love Mystery Science Theatre 3000

Crow: [the macho names they invent for the films hero]
Slab bulkhead!
Tom Servo: Bridge Largemeat!
Mike Nelson: Punt Speedchunk!
Crow: Butch Deadlift!
Crow: Bald Bigplank!
Mike Nelson: Splint Chesthair!
Mike Nelson: Flint Ironstag!
Crow: Bulk Vanderhuge!
Mike Nelson: Thick Mcrunfast!
Crow: Buff Drinklots!
Tom Servo: Slunk Slabchest!
Crow: Fist Rockbone!
Mike Nelson: Stomp Beefmob!
Tom Servo: Smash Lampjaw!
Crow: Punch Rockgroin!
Mike Nelson: Buck Plankchest!
Crow: Stump Chokmen!
Tom Servo: Dirk Hardpeck!
Mike Nelson: Rip Steakface!
Tom Servo: Crud Bonemeal!
Mike Nelson: Brick Hardmeat!
Crow: Rip Slabcheek!
Tom Servo: Bob Johnson! No wait...
Mike Nelson: Smoke Man Muscle!
Mike Nelson: Gristle McThornbody!

I'll be back.

soon, I promise. I've neglected you too long.

I like a girl. she's not normally my type, personality wise or physically.
hurm. the feelings are indeed, confusing. I think it lies in some deep routed Celtic cultural thing.

'you are Celt. you are either from Ireland, Scotland, or wales.': Ireland.
'you like axes and weaponry of most sorts': true.
'you have a mild distrust of the English and a great distrust of the french' Very true.
'you wish to grow a mustache' always have done
'you fantasise about hunting, and providing in a simple woodsman way' aye.

'you think poetry is masculine' IT IS!

'you should therefore provide to the cultural type of Irish/Celt woman, compactly built, christian values, pale skin, red hair.' fair enough.

and there we go, on its most basic level, when I see her, my ancestry kicks into action and I want to whisk her away to a wood cabin. Sigh.

the blog'll get better to be sure

you know that feeling when a ginger girl walks into the chain book store your browsing in a Thurrock shopping centre and you pray to god for her to bump into, or step on your foot, or go for the same book so you have an excuse to have a conversation, take her to the coffee shop, learn more about her, sense an inbuilt connection, make out in the corner of a crappy clothing store and share contact addresses, or is that just me?

will better blog get.

I love goth girls. I've realised this has dictated quite a few choices in my life. Pale skin, Dark hair, Black clothes. I love it. The sexiest Cartoon character that isn't Dr.girlfriend is shego from Kim Possible. but, I'll be a bit more specific, PVC/leather/rave goth girls aren't for me, I like the romantic types. what does this have to do with anything? nothing. But you should know, because I'm feeling very lonely today. and the obvious solution to this is a mindless relationship.

I think so many thoughts that would be more blog worthy, but this is the one I typed.

the blog will get better.