To the boy who lives 10,000 miles away,

why do you choose to visit me (half a world away) when I'm in no position to entertain? Is it just my dreams you visit or do you do this every night with someone else? I only ask because we've spent so many nights together lately that the others might have cause to worry.

Maybe I should take this opportunity to tell you that my dreams are not appropriate places to play and walking your fingers across my back is only cute when I can see you. Are you aware Sir that your nightly visits have left me entirely unsuitable for anyone other than your dear self to view? I hope you're happy.

Question Sir, do you enjoy entering my dreams? Will you ever tire of creeping up behind me to steal a kiss as i discuss ink colours with Neruda? or do you prefer to walk the desert with my hand in yours?

I suppose Ii can't blame you entirely for our nightly activities, perhaps its a playmate you seek. The girl that visits you late at night maybe? The one who hides your cds and flicks your ears while you sleep. You could do with spending some time with her, she could teach you to knock before entering my dreams (she is a lady afterall). But I doubt she'd spend very much time by me when all her favourite things seems to involve traipsing about your mind.

Maybe one day you could find a place for us, somewhere between your world and mine? Until then I'll close my eyes and leave the door open for you.

I publish very little of what i write on here.
The draft count is growing.


I have very strong feelings for ginger. I don't think these feelings would be well received by the threesecondrulerejecting majority.
I'm staging a revolution.


I miss my red hair.



Things I do not have:

Patience. noun.
Patience I'm told is the ability to explain something five times and not wish death upon the person you are talking to. Mama says patience is a virtue. I told her that her hippie beliefs have no place in my regime.


A compulsion to capitalize or maintain grammatically correct sentences.
I should but I don't, just like flossing and being nice to Jack. I want my pieces to look like me. Still a little bit immature, in that lovely space between ohh la la and omg. These are tangible places, don't let any one tell you otherwise. They're probably working for Xenu.


Dread Falls.
This makes me sad. But not sad enough to get the real things. That would just be too glamorious for suburbia and I'd like to keep the charade going for as long as I can.


Any reverence for Ken Kesey.
Once again I probably should but I don't. I'm not a huge fan of writing someone off just because I personally think they're wankers but if I ever encountered this man I would beat him up something savage. Now I realise he's dead but I've also seen 'Thriller'. This is a warning Mr. Kesey.