Sunday, 6 September 2009

the men were none other than human league.

My Godfather, Stanley died in his sleep on the morning of Wednesday September 2nd.

It's tough to put into words about how I feel about losing him. He had a long and wonderful life with Brenda, who died on 18th December 2006, so I think he'd just had enough of being by himself.

He was loved, and I was truely blessed to have had him in my life for the twenty-four years I did.

say hello to brenda for me stan, i miss you both too much.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

i constantly have a need to drink coffee.

from france to switzerland, then home // to bourenemouth, to reading then home again.

I've come home recently and felt detatched from life and people around here, I have no clue what is going on anymore, with anything.
I'm just constantly tired, or getting fucked up on something. I feel like I'm fighting for conversation with friends and family, yet yearning for connections everywhere.
Communication is a must, and I have nothing to talk about.

I tried emailing people yesterday who I met in and around Switzerland, and it just went wrong.
Some got returned unsent, and it was the people I wanted to hear from who's emails didn't send.

I'm tired, and don't want to be here.
Next week I start photography on the 9th or the 14th, I honestly can't remember. My necks being tattoo'd on the 8th and Stan is getting worse. My parents were married ten years ago this week, and I have nothing to give them.
I still haven't developed any pictures from my summer either.

Fuck, I need to get back on the horse.

listen to NO WARNING.
read Jorge Luis Borges' Labyrinths.
wear movie hats.
drink coffee.