2003-03-08

qwiddity: (Sad)
2003-03-08 01:43 am

they can smell deperation...

Analysis of the human condition is so frustrating it sometimes makes me want to rend my garments...

Wherever I go, I see the same places.
Whenever I go, I see the same faces.

I've just made a resolution that in order to keep a sense of newness instilled into my social life, when I venture out into the wild blue yonder of Brisbane by night I shall attempt something different each time. I expect that if this is achieved in the proper attention-gathering mode then I'll encounter many more people worth knowing. There's probably not a lot of point to this as a lot of what I'll try will be rejected or ridiculed out of hand by most, especially since its me doing it. Woo, I love my life sometimes.

Mind, but there's almost a war going on. This type of action belies that fact, and you wouldn't know that this was the case by entering any of the places I have been tonight. Or perhaps you would, you might have sensed some strange kind of desperation in the air.
qwiddity: (Default)
2003-03-08 07:57 am

I can smell the world's fear...

Remember how last night (or rather this morning) I was having a good-old whinge about how my world was so f**king huge, and the state of affairs I found my world in?

Well, I think I've managed after some sleep to spin some motivation out of this, from this I'm going to change my life in ways I've never believed possible, I'm going to be happy in ways I can only imagine now. I don't know how I'm going to achieve this, but I'm sure its going to happen, which makes it infinitely more likely.