I'm

going mad.

Syndication cont; Ima get me a craft.

With all the skillziz and the knowledgability to make all the less-than-blessed of the world BEAUTIFUL.
Starting with a suit similar to Stalins' burial outfit, soon everyone within arms reach will be well threaded.

Incitement to Violence

For the record, I was provoked on more than one occasion, so if it occurs, it's not with out reason.

Self medication

It's actually quite do-able, and after a bit of a whiskey/sambuca splurge, things sometimes become clearer. Personally, I've found, that if I write down the things that have been detrimental to my being, like being stupid, getting confused, thinking too much about these things until I rationalise them to a point where anyone else would stab themselves in the ear to stop the thinking, if written down, and I fully invest myself in creation of their physical existence (on paper), they become less abstract and much easier to discard, and stay discarded.
The only way this plan can be compromised is if someone else reads what you've written before it's destruction. Written Angst, W'Angst, if you will, must be carefully guarded. There's barely enough room for one person in a head, let alone two.

HURT ME, HURT ME; HURT MEEE!

Didn't see that one coming.

I think I'd like to own a bar.

WHICH ONE IS IT?

Flumps

I've been offered a job with a half decent salary, start training Monday. Have an interview for a course I really want to do in three weeks, must start work on my portfolio. Lil sister has come to visit me, she's more blonde, and it's great to see her... Yet I feel like shit. Thanks. (really possibly quite petty, but some things I most definitely can't deal with, even if it's only paranoia.)