time...

... my yellow shoes are dying. I put them on today and realised they are (literally) falling apart. Ready to be tossed away.

Whoever has known me in the past two years knows just how much those shoes mean for me. And now they are dead. Time to move on.

Looking at them today I started thinking of all the fun, crazy, important moments I lived wearing them. All those memories were suddenly slightly too much to take and I had to sit down. What now? Do I want to buy another pair of yellow shoes? They are beautiful, but the new pair will not be the same, would it? It would be just like trying and carry on with a worn out relationship.. or scream and fight to avoid getting old.. But, what other shoes would I like now? what do I feel like? What would represent my identity?

That I do not know.

Beautiful metaphor of my life.

Time to look ahead, but to where?

C.S.S.D.

Procrastination

It appears that booze is the key to a faster and more productive work schedule. I can go with that.

Why oh why, when I ask for synonyms the internet gives me tips to a flat belly?

The internet is for porn. gossip. lies. and frustrated deluded wankers. and a lot of other interesting things.

Three years at university teach you how to rephrase the work of others in such a way that you know it's plagiarism but your lecturers won't notice.

Note to self. Remember to save work every five minutes. Least it will all crash. again.

There's a seagull in my laptop. Oh no wait, it's actually outside. Pheeeew. That would have been weird.