This thought has been dotting around in my brain for a while like a wasp trapped in a glass. Basically not in a good place. We all know the wasp dies in the end as it gives up. Well, I’m not giving up but this is me drawing a line in the sand. I don’t need a new blog to do so – I needed a new outlook.
Truth is I like it being a history, in the most self-indulgent way. I can use it to look back over how my writing, my wrongness and my fucking ludicrous attitude have developed, matured and somewhat mellowed from what I was two and a bit years ago. Don’t miss-quote me here I still have many of the passions I did then, they still burn bright. I also have new ones. I’m just not as venomous, unless called for (like that pontificating girl on the bus last night who I called a twat).
Sooooooooooooooooo in summary. No physical clean slate for me. I’m keeping this cracked one because I want it to be a record of things from the beginning of my career, the things I wouldn’t have remembered, but not a gay old diary. I am also fundamentally lazy and like everything in one place. Trust me that won’t change.
Things enjoyed lately – replying to generic company messages:
