All the words you said to me, still vibrating in the air...

... but I guess they meant shit really innit.

Fuck.

Thoughts of a boy very nearly caused me to use this space as a place to post some really bad teenagery emo poetry. And then I remembered I'm:
a) Not a teenager
b) Not emo (up to a point)
c) Not lame (up to a point)

So I didn't. I think we can all spend a little time thanking little baby Jesus for helping us avoid that little disaster (not that he did anything. Firstly, he's a baby - babies do literally fuck all except emit wave after wave of bodily secretions and sleep. Neither of those things helped in this situation. Secondly, he's not alive - and even if he was, please see point 1. Oh sorry, did you think he was the son of God? Riiiight, well I'm afraid I've been meaning to have a little chat with you about this. See, what it is, and I really want you to listen now... No eyes back here. Stop getting distracted by shiny things. Come on, focus. Alright. See, what it is, and this may come to a shock to you - I know I was surprised when I found out - but... well... the thing is... is... He's not. Glad we talked this one out).

Actually, in all honesty we can thank Slut Machine for helping us avoid that little disaster. My new mantra is 'What Would Slut Machine Do?' (which is inevitably either get shit--faced, or take advantage of some poor unsuspecting young man, or just be plain wicked awesome... often all three) and then I feel alright again. We all need role models and she's mine.

It's funny how inspiration can hit you though, how every now and again I have this burning need to got this thing out of me and onto paper (please note: when I say this it's less 'scene-from-Aliens' and more ethereal artsy fartsy). Transmit all my thoughts from up here *waves around head area* to here *points to keyboard*. Trouble is, when I do feel like that, it never turns out very good. It turns out all teenage and emo and lame. I think the best thing, is if I've got something to say to somebody I just have to go and say it. Because honesty is always the best policy. Right? RIGHT?

Right.

(isn't it?)