"I'm going to take a stand and say that vampires are bad."

To quote Xander from BTVS!

July 16, 2006

So I’ve thought about doing this for a while, not because I think my life is oh so incredibly interesting or anything, but because interesting or not I do think it does deserve to be recorded.

So here goes nothing… I don’t necessarily see myself as a early twenties Bridget Jones but then I again I don’t not. So that makes no sense whatsoever, but bear with me please.

I have a shitty job, that I hate… it’s only a temporary I swear. I have a law degree and no law job, I work for EvilIncorporated well not really, but at the moment that’s what it feels like anyway.

Sometimes I feel like I have no friends, well that’s not completely true but it sure feels like it most of the time! I live in London, one of the loneliest cities in the world if you ask me. A friend of mine told me that and I disagreed, now... not so much! Why? Why do I say that? Well because it’s so big and everyone has their own problems and stuff to deal with, but that’s true about any big city right? No what makes London so lonely is that you can make friends in an instant and lose them just as fast. Be that as it may, I love the fact that you can meet people from all over the world, any day, every day, they can light up your life (yeah I know typing this makes me wanna gag too) and hopefully you can too for whatever period of time and you can feel great.

Now is not one of those times, now is one of those times that would make everyone who lives in a small town, smirk with smug self-satisfaction that they don’t have to live in this kind of world because they’ve known everyone since they were in the womb! Pah fucking boring I say! Or maybe I’m just jealous, yeah I pick the latter, bastard inbreeding bumpkins.

One might think I’m going through a rough-patch, and I am. It's that stage in your life where you kinda hate everyone who seems to have it more together than you, because you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself, for no particular reason. In conclusion: I am going through my third or fourth mid-year crisis in so many years. That is when you’re technically not old enough to be having mid-life crises but you are most definitely old enough not to see the world through rose-tinted glasses, which is I guess over the age of 12. I’m not bitter, cynical, hating or any of the words that spring Patty and Selma from the Simpsons to mind, really. My best-friend once described me as day old coffee; cold and bitter. I think that was an astute observation, and by the time I finish updating y’all on my life you’ll see why.

The intention is to continue writing this until I finally find that silver lining I’m looking for. Guess I’ll be writing this for a while huh?