I've been doing someting very dangerous this week. I've been thinking. During one of my inexplicable journeys through the dusty files stored in a filing cabinet at the end of a long, dark corridor, in a unnoticeable locked room to which the key has been long lost(probably intentionally),at the undiscovered back of my mind,a thought struck me. What? You can't see this place? Just turn left at rationale.Yep. There it is. An overly simplistic thought, but a thought nonetheless. Who ever decided that to get on well with someone meant you were getting on "like a house on fire"? I struggle to attach that comparison to any likeable characteristic traits. Frankly,it just sounds incovenient and wouldn't invite such a person round my place.They would probably break a plate or something......
- Mood:
Sunny Mood - Listening to: silence
- Reading: the compelling observations scribbled on wall
- Watching: my weight
- Playing: in a cardboard box
- Eating: mmmm toast,, ya toast.
- Drinking: I wish