June 2010
4 posts
Listening to music I used to listen to when I was 13 reminds me of happier times despite it being very angst-filled
My Old House...
Last night, I dreamt about my old house… It’s the third night in a row I’ve dreamt about it. There was a leaking water pipe coming from the garage that progressively got worse throughout the dream. It all seemed kind of dull and I was panicking that the pipe would burst and flood the house.
I even remember the smell.
“Things are getting worse but I feel a lot better.”
The Internet...
…What an utter pile of bollocks.
How many followers do I have on Twitter now? Has someone replied to my Facebook status update?! Will I say something funny today?! What’s this? A new friend request?! Oh my!
Social networking has no longer become a place for us to share links, let others know about events or just chat. It’s defining our social status. It’s boosting our...