Today is statistically a terrible day for me, every nineteenth of every month for the last three years is just a dumping ground for negative feelings in my body. Today is the day before payday. I’m not a materialistic person (as I’m quite sure I’ve mentioned before) but money sure as hell makes me blue,…… Continue reading Skint.
The Push.
I’ve been with my girlfriend for a year and a half now and I’m beginning to get the push. That’s the term I’m going to use to describe it. It covers occasions where friends and family say things along the lines of ‘so errr….you’ve been together for quite a while now…errrrr when are you errrr…… Continue reading The Push.
Tupac from the dead.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve watched the footage of Dre and Snoop at Coachella this weekend with a hologram version of their old playmate Tupac (who was shot dead in 1996) and it is absolutely incredible that something like that is possible but my fear is what it is leading to. There’s something a little…… Continue reading Tupac from the dead.
Frustrated.
I can’t help the feeling that I waste an awful lot of time, and I don’t mean that in the terrible habit of procrastination sense. What I mean is that there are around twelve hours every week day when I am out of the house and unable to work. This is because I am at…… Continue reading Frustrated.
We need more Sundays.
It’s such an underrated day, anything can happen on a Sunday. Today I’m going to visit my Mum to watch some home videos of when I was five that I haven’t seen forever and then me and the girlf are going to hers to see her cousin (and her baby) and then I’m going to…… Continue reading We need more Sundays.
Why they were right all along.
I went for a bike ride at lunchtime today. I think it’s the first time I’ve ridden a bike since approximately August 2005, they were right, it isn’t something you forget. That wasn’t even the point I was trying to make, that was just (possibly) a fact. The thing that I’ve realised they were right…… Continue reading Why they were right all along.
Redrafts are hard.
Straight up. Simple as that. I could just not write anymore. The statement alone does it all. I won’t stop there though, because you’re already hanging on my every word. I’ve established the reason I don’t ever redraft anything is that you’re basically accepting that you didn’t get it right initially. I’m one of those…… Continue reading Redrafts are hard.
Salinger.
There are two initials that seem to follow me, they have done since my teens, since I was introduced to Catcher In The Rye at the sweet age of sixteen, this initials are J.D. I am currently re-re-re-reading For Esmé; With Love & Squalor and I had forgotten how true an artist Salinger really is.…… Continue reading Salinger.
I miss you.
I keep getting to thinking about the people I’ve lost in the last couple of years, it’s a process which I’ve been nobly informed is called ‘reality checking’ where you think of something you want to tell the person and then remember that unfortunately it isn’t a possibility, that they aren’t there to be told,…… Continue reading I miss you.
Shantaram
I jumped into this book knowing very little about it which I believe is always an agreeable experience, if you haven’t read it I would recommend going and doing so before you read any further which somewhat depletes this being any kind of review, which means I’m writing for myself, which I believe should be…… Continue reading Shantaram
Paul Schiernecker 