Distant family turmoil was going on, which paved a strange feeling of death into the 23rd of December and a general discussion of being ones own man and living for one's self. It was a weird emotion that struck a chord.
I realise that I have become preoccupied with risks, not conscious of the rewards which I might reap from taking more. I shall deal with this in the new year. I feel it is time to take control of all manner of matters.
Damn I’m handsome this Christmas.
I have enjoyed this strange and dubiously ethical reality show called The Pickup Artist for a bit but on 24th of December it began to seem like they were teaching the aspiring master pickup artists to be liars. I felt a bit disillusioned about that really, it's supposed to be about improving people skills and recognition of behavioural language. Disappointing.
To Dos this holidays...
Make phone calls.
Sort New Years.
Design 2012's The Specialist playlists.
Buy a new satchel, a watch, a Kindle?
This section written whilst listening to Wham!
Well that worked out far worse than I expected. But that's what happens when internet is severely limited and I can't be bothered to focus. And this blog is what you get when I can't be bothered to focus, but have an unlimited internet.