A poem

The wind howls through window glaze,

The City lights; a distant gaze,

And as the people drift to sleep,

I sit on my bed, I blog and tweet...

Thought Overload

It has now gone 6am. Perhaps I am destined to sleep days?

Although, 'perhaps' is a rhetorical ornament and is therefore invalid. Perhaps my life is rhetorical?

...

YES!! It worked! I yawned at my self-confusion... I shall close the lid on my thoughts for another day and walk through the door of imagination into dreamland...

Bye for now x

Another thought

Every so often, I like to let my mind wonder.

I say every so often.

Everyday I let my mind wonder.

There... that's better.

Best of Twitter

Right, I have been on twitter for almost a year now and I have enjoyed watching it grow from a Stephen-Fry-monitoring site to a full blown mini-blog...

These are my favorite twitter entries so far:

1. "wanted to boost my lit poi...forgot the lighter fuel was flammable...set the jug on fire...kicked it over...set grass on fire"...12.36am November 14th

2. "james's day - 2 hours busking in London 70p and almost got arrested....50 minutes in Kingston £15 and a flyer....mwah" 6.14pm January 31st

3. "Ever wondered how easy it is to move a large sofa down a small staircase?" / "Well! all you need is a saw, a hammer, a car jack, 4 hours & 5 people jumping on it" 3.37pm February 7th

Isn't life fun?

I like sleep

It's 6am. And it looks like it's going to be a nice day. There's a pink glow on the wall of the building outside my window. It's nice. Shame I'm just going to sleep..

I hope it's still a nice day when I wake up. Better yet, I hope it's still day when I wake up.

A bowl of Frosties & Thoughts

I find myself lying in bed listening to Colin Hay. I think to myself; 'now what?' Well firstly, the song finishes. Obviously. But then I remember I have made a play list and for the next 30 minutes I will listen to jubilant sounds of soul and basque in a never ending glory of happiness. Then I remember that my vocabulary doesn't extend that far. Fun.