Mulletized!

So Just[B}coz has tagged me with a meme: Addictions!

Sounds scary. Shame I think shes trying to nudge me to put (something) on this blog. So I’ll say thankyou

Ok, so the rules are:

* Post at least five current addictions and why you’re addicted to them
* Link to the creator of the meme (Being Brazen) and to the person who tagged you
* Head your post with “Current addictions”
* Tag at least two people and pass on the above rules.

1. Writing on paper with black fineliners. Ok, I’m going to clump a fineliner addiction with this one. Ive bought 5 in a week. So back to the writing - in a spell of about 3 weeks I’ve been drunk with writing creativity. But whatever writing boogie I feel evaporates if I’m not writing on paper. I think the radio-waves from the computer screen shrink my juice. Awesome thing is, that almost unknown to me and automatically without any struggle, I have managed to come up with a very rough outline for an actual book. And if I write the thing in a year, or in 10 years, I WILL write it. My promise. Swear to blog.

1. I’m addicted to constantly checking my eyebrows in the mirror. On a whim I decided to dye my hair dark recently. Only thing is, I have very light eyebrows. So naturally, I dyed them too. The box said brown, not “Black like Me”! They are so dark, I look like a travelling Cuban sideshow clown. I never realized how caterpillar-like my eyebrows really were because they they’re so light. Now I know. I move them up and down and pull unthought of before facial expressions in the mirror accompanied by various South American accents. It’s definitely an addiction. I’m not sure if a support group exists though.

1. Jeans. I have about 12 pairs.

1. When I’m driving alone in my car, cranking up the music till it bleeds my ears, and screaming at the top of my lungs at the chorus. Accompanied by slightly too fast driving…

1. The folder 2008_03_02

I know I’m supposed to tag 2 people, but - seriously, have you seen my blogroll…

Oh man, I just want to say sorry for three things.

Firstly, its for the picture. I wanted a picture for the post, so I arbitrarily picked this -  you can go wrong with a drawing of two fat (one hairy) man beasts getting it on. Its possible.  Next, for the intensely crap content on this blog of late. And lastly, for not really adding new posts for ages. To my 5 readers - apologies…

The only time I get to work on this is at night after a long drive and a serious working day inspired computer allergy.

But!

Although I haven’t been writing on this blog, I am very happy to announce that I have been writing at night. By hand with a black fineliner. Old school baby! I have a black fineliner fetish.  Even people who know me well dont really know the ticking in me to create shit. I used to draw and paint thought the night, completely fill an A4 hardcover book in one sitting with writing writing writing and scribbles and diagrams and drawings…

I haven’t created in a long time. And its knocking the door down. I’m trying lots of new cool things with my writing - short stories, crazy short prose, character scetches, scenarios, ideas - anything goes. And I’m stoked at whats coming out. You wouldn’t recognise the writing from this blog. Its playful. I’m slowly getting the idea of how I should write. I’m excited.

I am stick man, but this morning that stick is on fire - a molten barbarian. Just out of bed, and only wearing my underpants, I had to be physically held back and my car keys taken from me this morning. I could kill.

My beautiful and loving sister who has been married for 8 months has found out that she has been betrayed. And I seriously want to rip his fucking throat out.

I believe in people, I really do. But my faith is being tested by constant testimonies to selfish assholes. This is worse than murder - its a death of spirit and a person’s sense of worth. Do people have no strength of character, no backbone, no loyalty, no compassion, no love?

I seriously want to fucking kill him for doing this to her.