I used to have a diary in school. I thought I’d want to remember.
When I finally became part of the cool group when I was 15, I used to write in my diary about all the drinking and teenage bullshit. But more often then not I only wrote in it when I felt angsty, so reading back over it just made me feel like my life was fucking depressing.
Let’s hope this blog doesn’t head that way!
So now, even though things are going well, I still have to write the damn thing. Work is paying off again now, I seem to be making progress. Progress towards that point where I’m not slogging any more, but I’ve had some big breakthroughs recently so I’m looking forward to that time I can live the lifestyle.
Don’t really wanna be writing on some blog when I’m on a energy high. Gotta make dat hay.
One day when I was about 23 I was at this party with my girlfriend and she introduced me to this chick who had moved into a flat after I’d cleared out – probably I think after some drug shit, so she found some of my stuff, including my diary.
She’s read the whole damn thing so needless it to say it was a buzz out.
I’d planned to go get it but it was something I just didn’t do.
Somebody had my intimate thoughts, my wildest unself-conscious ramblings.
But now I have this blog so I guess it’s all on.
Here’s my story:
There was a piece of delicious vegan lasagna which had me reaching for the grated cheese, and now their ain’t.
There was a girl involved, then I went into town and got drunk.
Playing a free party this sunday at Fu, sounds weird, but hey, it’s free and A-Sides is playing.
Then wednesday, first gig at Lot 44 right up top on Ponsonby Rd, downbeat syndrome with the beat dungeon group.
