and why is it that the people who talk the loudest have the least to say?
hello lovelies! the puppy is back!
still single, still tired, wired on caffeine.
things are good here, clubnight on November 14th, writing going in a new mag, little boy still the living embodiment of all that is good.
So, why the melancholy, why the dragging feeling deep in my chest?
Vague uneasyness wheneveer i spend too long thinking, intermittent arsiness.
Upon long and deep reflection, i can only think that it must be...
I need a shag.