Dream Diary #1

Weird dream I. I kill two children. I decapitate them. Not clear if that's how I killed them or if that was incidental. Anyway, I then spend an hour of dreamtime running around trying to hide the heads, which are in a clear plastic bag. Hmm, I think harriedly, should I drop them from the roof, let them splatter on the street and confuse people into thinking they were vegetables? Do I roll them down the stairs of another building and hope no-one associates it with me? Do I just keep them in my room, take them out later and dump them somewhere? Decisions, decisions. Possibly inspired by Dexter, except I know the kids, they live near my house. Arr.

Day in July

Interesting twenty-four hours. Studying, check. Movie-with-popcorn, check. Teaching, check. Tattoo, fucking hell yeah check.

no worries

Hakuna fucking matata, okay? Now get me drunk already.

Stumble

Remind me why I even started to give a flying fuck?

Summer

Went to Someplace Else. Ekuil-i-brium played, they were good, it was fine. Hip-pockets started playing, I look around, everyone's turned twenty years older. Including the band.

Audition happened. Thank the Universe I picked a nonentity of a play, because I riffed around with the lines more than Bill Gates on Guitar Hero. Also, sang. Like a bullfrog with amusing forehead contortions.

Ran around during a transport strike. Private car drivers made an accumulated fortune today.

Holy shit, it's been six months already. And almost a year for the wife and spice.

So much has changed. I'm no longer allowed to impose bans on puns. I have to always sit with my legs crossed during international calls. And my adored spice totally respects me - the both of me.

To conclude. What did the vada pav say to the customer in the Star-Wars themed restaurant?

"Luke, I am your vada."

(copyright, trademark, mine mine I made this up mine)

Fiction. Sing you rain.

You ever had a friend you used to be tight with and then later you don't give a damn? They stop giving a damn too and then you're unreasonably pissed off, but what's up with that, you should've seen that coming from a mile away. And after all that's over, you meet, accidentally almost, and it's so weird and yet so fitting that you no longer even feel like hurting them. Like the bitterness is gone, like the like and the love and the heart are now just online emoticons you make to each other, like there is nothing beyond a forwarded text and a set of insider jokes lying rusty for lack of opportunity. There's that relief, that you don't have to put up with That Shit anymore. Forgive me Father for I have not hated but I have stopped caring and sometimes that is infinitely worse. No going back now, says the fortune cookie. She will be loved, but frankly my dear, I don't give a flying fuck. I will and am loved, but that is a whole different ball-game and all the seats are taken already. Confucius say, If you don't know life's a bitch, get the fuck out of town. Confucius was a wise, wise man.

There. Is. Nothing. Not even the desire to kill violently.

Love

Wish you were here.