chaka chaka

can i go home now?

Category: aorta

happy birthday

20/11/1987 – 10/10/2006

of relationships and fucking them up

after a spontaneous hiatus (more of a passing zephyr of indifference rather than a calculated leave of absence) i have not one rambling soliloquy, but two! (if you can actually quantify those pesky nouns.) i think there’s only so much you can push, threaten, lecture, plead, beg, bargain and beseech someone who isn’t interested in [...]

let’s dance like we used to

bird hunting

Stop it. Only the both of us know what transpired and as time passes even that slowly fades from memory. Your version of events is not mine. And the truth disappears in the archive of a forsaken email account. But. Does it even matter? I know what I had to live with. What I had [...]

you have 1 unread message

“If your friends all jumped off a bridge, would you jump off too?” if you asked me, i probably would have. i got into trouble for you, got dragged into random fights because of you, obligingly entered into your petty little power struggles (less of struggles than they were games, we all know who would [...]

a lesson

People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through Editors – Munich

bare, butt naked

i think i would be more impressed with titles and designations today if i wasn’t continually subjected to the unprofessional and childish behaviour plus general stupidity of people who, amazingly, have made noticeable moves up the corporate ladder without any obvious skills (what they do to their bosses behind closed doors e.g. rimming has not [...]

stuck on repeat

i love cherries. cherries are great. i love to tell everyone about my love for cherries. they are round and red and shiny. and they taste great! one day i decide i don’t like them that much. i don’t like that they are round and red and shiny. i don’t like cherries; for being cherries. [...]

how did you get to be happiness

“We need to talk.” Ominous words for someone scrabbling her way up the corporate ladder for years with little or no apparent success. “Management’s received some, how do we say, comments about you.” She squinted over her glasses. “They, how do I put this delicately, they say you’ve been a little too chipper.” “Too… chipper? [...]

run

once you told me of this little miss. this one adorable woman-child. you spoke of how when she laughed rainbows filled the sky and she danced amongst moonbeams to melodies trapped in her head. you described how her eyes shone like the last sliver of sunset on a sunday evening. i could only imagine this [...]