The world moves with me

I am growing increasingly tired of this page and of all pages really. I can't even try something interesting with this because you guys know I ain't going insane/dead.

SIGH

I think there are two problems.

One the sun has come out and I spend my afternoons in my back room with my doors open writing while my mum irons. Kinda like when I was little and I would sit at my teeny table and watch my mum iron while I made play dough stuff. I have to dodge the rain, true, but eventually I will look less like a corpse. Or at least a corpse with freckles. FRECKLES. I should not get that excited about them, I know, but whatever.

Two I found somewhere else to say the things I actually want to say but I'm too chickenshit to tell you.

The third and I can't be bothered editing to make it seem like I actually gave this some thought instead of my usual HERE IS SOME EMPTY SPACE FILL IT UP WITH AWESOME, the third is simply I never keep a journal anywhere for any length of time. This one I've kept alive since September. That's a pretty big achievement. I'm not saying I'm killing this off just yet, just I've hovered over the delete button one too many times that I thought I should say something. Some sort of warning unlike my other one that I just wiped clean one morning. It's pretty much the urge

In other news I hate Cadbury's. If I have to listen to Queen one more fucking time in my own home I will probably not do anything but scowl and mute the tv some more. I have my reasons, reasons that inspire shuddering and rage. Also why does everyone go on and on about Judd Apatow films? I mean did I miss something. Since when did slapping from the director of 40 year old virgin mean fuck yes this must be great. It was an awful film! The only highlight was Billy Boyd saw it too and I got to say far too loudly "holy crap it is Pippin!" I mean he gave Russell Brand a film role. I just felt these things needed to be said.