suppressant

because the thing is, when you suppress your inhibitions you don't make up new stuff, you just let existing stuff leave. That's why it's so embarrassing the next day- everybody knows that you meant everything you said, you just didn't mean to say it.

There is no escape from living and there is no way back from self-awareness and there is no changing facts.

Love

Is a sadness with a face.

It's like fireworks

Fizz fizz. Yeah?

One bump away from blades. COME ON.

I am in my third decade

So you would think I would be able to escape all this fucking teen drama.

You'd think, wouldn't you.

Ha ha ha.

I has a coffee

A coffee with gingerbread syrup in it.

Mmmmmm.

I can't believe I'm only two days into third week and already the work is killing me. Man up, Joy. Man. The fuck. Up.

(Also I may or may not suck at politics. If I do suck at politics, we have a problem. It's my favourite one. I really really hope I don't actually suck at politics.)

The possibility of universal collapse

I have been semi-lamenting my rather unique set of interests recently, specifically that I don't know anybody else who is studying Microeconomics AND loves Phoenix Wright. This has led me to wonder what would happen if I met another person who liked all the same stuff I did.

I have come to the conclusion that it would not end well for any of us. Let's pretend I never thought about it.

Well, would you look at that.

I just found my pen drive after 3 months, in the pocket of a pair of trousers which have been washed at least once since I put it in there. And it still works! I love technology.

I am going to Paris tonight, and then to college on Monday. Excitement is mounting.

I am well, apart from being in the Void Year. 2009 wtf.

Soon, precioussss

I wish I could justify just buying Spore and whiling my life away on that rather than actually going out and living it.