Despite this being the middle of summer, I’ve just caught the the ‘Please Let Me Die” strain of Flu. Which means I’m wide awake but hate everything and everyone, and you for reading this; and me for writing it.
Never live in Britain. I should have stayed in Australia. booo.
Why is my sister’s relationship rubbish? Because she lets it carry on.
Sometimes you’ve just gotta end it. I’ve already disowned her over this once. It was suprisingly easy to do. I made her choose between having me as a brother or that guy as her boyfriend. It’s quite dramatic and very desperate and teenage. It didn’t work, she went for him. Now it’s all kicking off again, maybe I’ll do it a second time. It didn’t achieve anything positive for her last time, but at least I could just ignore the bullshit and live in peace.
Selfish? Sort of - I was trying to help her by sort of splitting my family up and in doing so aiming to make her see sense. She didn’t take much notice. Maybe she will this time.
watched opening ceremony. it was an odd mixture of awesome, terrifying, cool and the usual daftness.
british hopes are modest, but the rest of it should be good to watch…although the greatest team on earth kick off next week so my olympic attention span will probably be reduced to instances of being scared by female shot-putters and confused by how un-masculine the triple jump really is..
“'Call no man happy', said Shadow, 'until he is dead.'
‘Herodotus’, said Low Key. ‘Hey, you’re learning.’…[and a little later, on the same page]…’And it ain’t true what they say about them, neither. I tried giving it to my girlfriend in the ass, she almost clawed my eyes out.’”—
from profoundity to profanity - you know you’re gonna enjoy a book when it starts like this…