Two things

Two things, people.

1. It is snowing. Not just a little bit, but it's been snowing for at least the last 2 hours in London.
2. This doesn't happen. IT DOESN'T HAPPEN!!!!

It's that time of year again

This morning, I woke up and it was gray and dark. I went out of my flat to wait for the bus, and it was gray and dark. I got to Finsbury Park, and it was still gray and dark. Got off at Royal Oak: gray and dark. I've written about the British winter before, but I don't ever thing I'll stop being surprised by just quite how dark and how gray it gets in a city that is normally depressingly gray and dark.

Now I've got six months of this crap to look forward to. Joy.

Drunken blogging

You know, this is always a bad idea.

Drunken blogging, that is. You end up either saying something stupid, or completely making an idiot of yourself. Luckily, I will at least spell everything correctly as its now almost impossible for me to mis-spell anything. In British English, at least. Who knows about the American English.

Mostly, in the last few weeks, I've discovered that men are useless. Seriously guys, if you're going to cancel at the last minute at least do it more than two hours before we're meant to meet up. Or if you do, at least give me a reason instead of... well, nothing. Things like this make me want to get cats and name them stupid things.

Other things I've realised this week are:
1. why you stay in contact with certain people
2. why you walk away from other people

The insight is astounding.

I really wish I was funnier when I did things like this. I was once promised that I'd get funnier as I got older. I completely think he was wrong.

P.S. Song for you tonight: Which One of Them, by Garth Brooks

The past never seems to rest

Sometimes, your past comes back to hit you in the back of the head, like it can't help itself. Then you can't decide between hitting it in the face with a brick until it bleeds to death, or just not caring.

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She tells her love

She tells her love while half asleep
In the dark hours,
with half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

by Robert Graves.

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A few random things

1. I have absolutely no work clothes that actually fit me. They're all too big.
2. If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, you should really wear a sign.
3. I will never, regardless of circumstance, be able to purchase a yarn called 'Mystic Purple'. Ever. Really.

Songs from the mix CD that I'll never send you

In no particular order.

Paper Bag, Fiona Apple
Not Pretty Enough, Kasey Chambers
Give Me A Reason, Portishead
Motorcycle Drive By, Third Eye Blind
Mama You Been On My Mind, The Beatles
Trying, Lifehouse
Float, Flogging Molly
Tail of the Sun, Stroke 9
Heaven, Sarah McLaughlin