God ain't listening

Music is my god, and I am listening to it. I recommend:

Damian Marley

system of a down

Jose Gonzalez

lemon and tequilla

Christmas beckons, and I am in a seriously fucked up mood. I am infatuated with my housemate, yet am unable to do anything about it; is a friendship worth sacraficing for the slim chance of love? Does she like me too? Jesus, women are the almighty deciders. If there was only someone that I could speak to about my problems, then it'd really be a great help.
I keep busy so as to forget my problems, forget the shit job that I have and all the friends that I don't. I go running, I read books, play sport, surf the net and listen to music. All to forget it all. Life is such a bitter pill.
Cambridge is. I have lived in this small bloody town for almost 2 years now, I have been through the thick and the thin of it all. Time has come for me to move elsewhere, a fresh start a new beginning. The things that I love about Cambridge:

• great for cycling, running, walking... if you don't like hills;
  
• small enough to get around easily;
  
• full of eclectic people, different cultures and multi-world people;
  
• some great arcitecture, fantastic buildings.
  

Things that really fuck me off about living here:

• lack of decent music scene
  
• no hills, white water, mountains, it ain't Manchester
  
• town too small
  
• lack of decent clothes shops
  
• mediocre arthouse cinema
• too many pretentious twats,
• tourists in the summer,

eating carrots... sure puts the perspective back into life. I shall get out of here... More soon on where I am going, hopefully in a happier happy frame of mind! How do you know when a bird is on the blob? I am finding it hard again to speak with S, and mope around like a brooding teenager when I cannot, waiting till she's around just for a sight of her beautiful eyes.

busting out the jam

Welcome. The week flew by, G our new housemate moved in and has jetted off to India for a week not really knowing himself to us, except Sunny who prised out that he was born in S.Africa; so not another English man yipee!! Last night, after almost killing myself running, getting supplies from the ultramarket, I cooked for S and I a tasty dish "Penne with Leeks and Bacon" and "Mexican Tomato Salsa" (orig I was going to cook Mexican but finding that S doesn't eat beef, things were nie on impossible Mexicano), and we watched "The Saw" (really fucking sick in places but very clever, thinking all the time. Then the original Japanese version of "The Grudge" (WTF?? what was the plot, what happened, was this meant to be scary???) before I collapsed in bed.
running twice, badminton twice, really busy at work... I need a rest, oh wait off to Gma's in a couple of minutes.