Am considering merging it with my other, more anonymous blog. My interpretation of political events has got to be more interesting than gushing about Baileys and Brussel Sprouts, right? Then again, that would conflict with my obsessive desire to compartmentalise.
We shall see.
However, since I'm generally life-blogging:
Life is, to quote a friend of mine, "shitfuckhappysadgoodness,"
Everything is very intense. The past year I've been living within such a limited emotional range. Very detatched, hormones, like my PC, out of commission.
November is always a challenging month for me.
Stuff is happening very quickly. Maybe it's because I got new glasses, everything becomes sharper and more violent.
Not that I'm complaining. Except for about the bad stuff.
So what's better? All controlled and managed and dull, or intense and overwhelming and gloriously, chaotically painful. I am interested in your thoughts. Drop me an email perhaps. Or don't. Whatever.
I may have to start writing poetry again. THAT is how seriously weird my life is getting.
I love you all. Seriously, if you've managed to read my ramblings for this long I love you. As Valerie said,
"I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see
you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you."
Peace out.
TK
P.S. No, not Mao's Valerie. Alan's Valerie.
