Tryall and Error
Wednesday, October 17 2012
I don’t know how much longer I can keep going. My legs are beyond heavy; they are bonded with the road, weighted by hefty footwear and cruel fate. Lifting them requires a force of will I no longer have. My heart beats so rapidly that I am, for a moment, afraid. I stop, panting heavily, one hand on my chest until I know I’m not dying. I look around me wildly and think “I’ve made a mistake”.
Wednesday, September 5 2012
When I meet people who say things like “I don’t even own a TV” I don’t mean to hate them, but I do. I smile outwardly but really I want to wince in disgust at what is to me an abhorrent and unnatural lifestyle.
Tuesday, June 12 2012
I don’t date much. The few meals I ate out with my last boyfriend count, generically speaking, as we gazed at each other over the table and crap. But they could be thought of as more of a blip, or abhorrence if you will, in an otherwise date-less plateau.
Thursday, April 19 2012
Hey. Hey guys. Did you know that people play golf? And did you know that golf is one of the more obviously stupid things to have ever been invented?
Wednesday, April 18 2012
Chapter the First: No one is good at Bollywood dancing!
Sunday, February 26 2012
There are many different types of people out there. Rangas and vegans and IT experts and blacksmiths and leprechauns. And the common trait amongst most of them is that they do stuff because they can.
He was one of those awful bastards that took international travel to be evidence that he was an interesting person. Perhaps he was aware that wherever you go, you are just the same person getting drunk in a new setting. Perhaps not.
Simon Farley explains that time Australia went to war with Emu folk.
This is the predictable tic of a bored media: critics everywhere meet in the aisle to pontificate about the significance of our leader’s wardrobe.