This musing, which is really more of an outpouring of crap, will be shorter than usual. As some of you know, I’ve been having a lot of wrist pain for the past year or two. It’s been getting progressively worse since I took my current job. You’ll have noticed that I don’t post as much as I used to, even in the forum.The reasons for that are twofold: One, a certain now-ex-member made it difficult to find the fun in writing,...

Being in a long distance relationship is difficult. I hear people complaining about having to go to the shops for their beau, grumbling that the milk is in the wrong place in the fridge, laughing and holding hands together, and I want that. I’m envious of them because that’s all I want. I want the good, and the not-so-good. I just want to snuggle with Aria or exchange a knowing look. It won’t happen any time soon, but it...

I dislike the journey home from work. I don’t mean I don’t like going home; it’s nice to go to a place where you feel safe and secure. I mean the actual journey itself. First, there’s the walk out of work. You’d think that would be quick, but no! Some people walk really slowly, and if I’m stuck behind them, my footsteps tend to be sarcastic. I never knew it was possible to express feelings in a gesture, like sarcasm with...

The Lady of Absolution...She tastes pink.That familiar burn is there,the way it goes through me.There's a gentleness to this one,delicate, though strong. She deceives youinto thinking she's innocent. My Lady, you're far from innocent!You make me feel far from innocent.Sexy feelings and thoughts rush through my head,about Aria and my bed. Fuelled by a heady combination:My mind, Lady Vodka and Aria herself. I'm liking this...

Those nights when you just want to sleep. In this instance, I can't because I don't want to miss my alarm, so can't seem to sleep deeply enough. So I've picked up my phone, and started writing about it. It's thoughtless and stupid. I've no idea if this thing will tail off, or turn into something, but it's worth investigating with both hands. I can't sleep. Beep, beep, beep, goes the smoke alarm. The battery needs replacin...

There are some subjects I stay away from. I avoid them like the plague. Politics and religion are the things I steer clear of. Earlier this week, I commented on a quote by Oscar Wilde. I like most quotes I’ve seen from him, but the danger is that they are taken out of context. I’m not sure if this was in or out of context, but the quote was “every sinner has a future every saint has a past”. I actually quite like this quo...

You know that feeling that you wanna write, but you don’t know what, but you just open a word document and fucking write? That’s what I’m doing. I’m just gonna ramble. I know how much some of you like my rambling. I like it, too. Tyops! No, typos. They were all over the shop, but I edited them out. Apart from the one at the start of this paragraph, that was intentional. Speaking of shop, get onto Facebook and search for “...

So, I watched Disney’s Frozen tonight. I loved it and now I want to read the fairy tale on which it was based. Normally, I shy away from adaptations because I think “well, write your own bloody story!” But this one was great. Singing and dancing and cute cartoon females, what could go wrong? Nothing at all. A few times I nearly cried. Of course, my emotions have been a little wonky lately. I’m not saying why, but it doesn...

First piece of writing on my new laptop, this is. I wonder what it’ll be? Any ideas? A poem? A story? A musing? All three? Could be! But if it is a poem, it ain’t gonna be set out like one. I often find myself wondering why poems are set out in such a way. It would make just as much sense if it was set out in the same way as prose. Enjambement is another thing I don’t quite understand. I can understand starting a sentence...

Sometimes I wonder what age people think I am. I mean, I know I don’t act like I’m 29, but I am, sadly. I’m 29 and still get asked for ID. Even for fag papers. Okay, so I don’t buy them any more because I’ve given up smoking, but over the past year, I have for friends who still smoke. It’s kinda sad, but I was always know as the one who had the perpetual fag in his gob. I love how British that sentence is. Anyway, what ag...

In my entire life, what have I achieved? If I’d achieved something, anything at all, would I be sitting here at (at time of writing, admittedly, I feel shitty.) 4:42 AM writing this? No. I’d be in bed. I’d be sleeping. I might be out with my friends. Friends. Whatever. I’m not the type to have real friends. I have this one I’ve known for nine years. Nine years is nothing to be sneezed at. She is a real friend. If she saw...

I’ve never written quite so many poems as I have for you.Now fiddling with formats,I find myself going *mew*.I love you, Aria...To infinity,times the powerof infinite love.