Cause and effect

Switched to Marlborough lites, had two then got a nosebleed

Smoking: 1
Ché: 0

Finally played ODST...

Words cannot express the sheer joy I experienced upon discovering this game lets you fight alongside a character voiced by, modelled after and stylistically inspired by Nathan Fillion.

So instead, here are some artists depictions of said joy.

Facebook Detox: Day three

Got the cold sweats again. Dropping off the face of social interaction is more trying than I had expected, but then again, facebook hadn't seemed all that social for me lately anyway.

If anyone wants to catch up with me, they are now going to have to put more effort in than just clicking and typing. Although I suppose texting would suffice. Otherwise, I guess I'm content to wallow away on my own, now more than ever.

A cleaner slate before a fresh start, here's hoping. Every vice seems to have found a way to kick me in the ass lately so denying everything the option through hermitisation (totes a word) seems practical.

And I'm sick of these goddamn aftershocks, fuuuuuck

Conversation?

"Language is a synesthetic technology that allows us to encode information in sound patterns and transmit it wirelessly through time and space."

Terrence McKenna, you've struck a chord. Maybe talking is underrated.

Respite

Dunedin. I like you more and more every time I visit. Something about the charismatic old houses, the wonderful company, the stimulating views both day and night. If I was still as entirely displaced situationally as a few weeks back, I would probably just up and move. However larger ambitions have now formed, so for the moment, Dunedin will have to remain my favourite nearby getaway spot.

To the boy I mistook for a girl on friday night, I would like to apologise for said misunderstanding. It was dark, you were very chatty and friendly, and in my defense you did look vaguely feminine, therefore I found it perfectly conceivable at the time that I was being chatted up. So, 'til next time, brother

With a tentative target dropped on the opposing end of the world, objectivity has set in, and the daily slog for cash feels a little more meaningful than it has for quite some time. Must stop spending loads on junk. Or at least minimise the following costs (or their usage):

*V
*Coffee
*Cider
*Wine
*KO's Donuts
*Cigarettes
*Cola Mentos (The only true addiction)
*Fast food of differing varieties

Better coffee names

Chocacino (Also Cinnacino)

Hot Mocholate (Redundancy woot)

Guesspresso (Single or double? Hot or cold? Clean cup? You figure it out)

Frat White (Consumed via yard glass)

Amerimeccano (assembly required)





I'm out

Lost in Space

Sitting on the floor of a freshly vacuumed empty room, that only days ago housed my entire existence, struck me as uncomfortably metaphorical. The room is empty, the house continues, people come and I am gone.

I am fifteen again, living at home, no job or partner or other engaging distractions to fill the void. Have never felt quite so alone. But what they hey. Silver lining would be to see everything as an opportunity, a catalyst to kick me into gear and take advantage of some newfound total freedom, with or without the finances to realise any unfulfilled ambitions. Ultimately however positive thinking doesn't come quite as naturally as I had hoped, and the day to day struggle becomes one of differentiating between self-loathing and self-pity. Wondering what next I am going to inadvertedly or naievely fuck up.

DEPRESSING SHIT AYE

Two can play at that game, Eamonn.

Woot