External Threats

Lines ever more unclear
Not sure I'm even here
The more I look the more I think that I'm
Starting to disappear

So this is how I filled my weekend.
Reading.
How wonderful.

While moving... but you can't really tell.

I really should stop taking photos when I'm driving...
Bad habit.
But I guess in a way it's a nice way to 'focus' on driving while taking the tediousness of it out!
I'm a boy genius.

So I spent another un-needed day at uni for the ever surmounting work that piles around me.
More reading.
It's quite funny how I've done so much reading, yet, my reading skills are still on par with a 10 year old with reading deficiencies.

Surprised Raymond shot.
Even I was surprised when this came out so good.

"To Enter This Blog Go To The Rear Door Facing Registry Blog"

I'm not hugely too sure of what to make of this.
What becomes of the broken hearted?
Or more precisely, what becomes of the other half?

One is utterly depressed, whereas the other has moved on.
Should you feel sorrow for one and scold the other for moving so quickly?
Or should you ignore the depressed and let the other be?

That is true, one should not have moved on so quickly. Makes them look... whorey.
Never a good look.
But when has he or anyone ever listened to me.

Or anyone else for that matter.

I've been told we shouldn't let him off this lightly.
But what can we really do?
Scold him, he runs off to his guy mates and consoles with them.
Ignore him, and it seems like we're condoning his actions.

I end on some more driving shots. The last one was particularly crap.

Good job BJ.