Sunday, January 27, 2008

If you measure the world by the mark that you've made....


So hear I sit. 22 years old. Many thanks to those of you who emailed/texted/rang/left facebook messages.

The theme for this birthday was "Hey fucker! I hear you're moving out!". I got, in no particular order, Bath towels, cutlery, money, gift certificates, more money and an iron.



It's Saturday night. I sit right now, not at my desk, but cross legged on my bed, facing the TV.
Dead like me is playing on the screen, I have a keyboard on my lap a textbook (Elements of physical chemistry 4th Ed) balanced on my right knee and a notepad on my left, my trusty silver Parker pen balanced mid-sheet. To my right hand,
there is a calculator, a remote control and a glass of 12 year old single malt, Glenfiddich.

And I'm comfy cozy. I have my shit strewn around me, and I'm cozy.

I worked all fucking day, and its nice to be able to just post up and watch some TV with my shit.

But that's the way it works sometimes. It took me a while, but I feel comfortable with my own shit. Cryptic yes? Maybe. But it's true.

I'll talk to you all soon.