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Monthly Archives: June 2013
I found the following in an old notebook. Can’t remember the exact circumstance of my original writing, but I liked it. Here it be. I wish I had a normal sleeping schedule, and I wish I could stick to it … Continue reading
I’ve had difficulty managing to put my reaction to the whole PRISM/NSA surveillance thing into thought. Not words, notice, but thought. I’m not even sure how to begin thinking about it. My gut instinct is that it’s wrong and unpleasant … Continue reading
It was so late at night it was early enough in the morning to walk around barefoot. With cats. Liam Neeson was tenuously involved.
Last summer I fell into a rather odd routine: I would wait for my family to go to bed, break out the headphones, and then watch films or play video games until the dawn started to break. I would then … Continue reading
When my mother was pregnant with me, she was in some pre-natal class or some bollocks with 4 other couples. Those couples and their offspring have been family friends ever since. For a period of ‘some years’ (My memory is … Continue reading