Coffee - cheaper than food and an appetite surpressant.
Good news to the hungry and broke among me. Will I survive until dinner on one cup alone?

What do you do when you don't want to do the the thing you're doing anymore...
And you realise that what you really want to do is so far out of reach because of damned genetics...
And you don't know what else to do...
Because there is nothing else and there never has been?

Is this the correct time to have a quarter life crisis?

I wish I ran a music review blog, where I reviewed surf punk cds all day long, and record labels sent me free stuff.

First off, I need to learn the art of reviewing.

I love this time of year, when you have to start digging your winter coats and jumpers out.

When spring comes you tend to abandon all those wintery comforts double quick and embrace the 'hot' weather, even before it arrives. The coats, hats and woolies are bundled away - not touched for months. Then when the temperature dips you rediscover them, slip them on a snuggle down against the chilly wind.

It's not quite the same rediscovery in the summer. I shed layers and find my summer clothes underneath - I've been wearing them all winter long for insulation!

You get the feeling that if this happened under a non mainstream religion, or in a different country, these people would have been locked up for being dangerous religious 'kooks', and their children taken into care for their safety.

Story from the Guardian, 'Parents given jail terms for relying on prayers to save dying daughter'

Well, I realised I'm not a rich 15 year old, so decided not to 'invest' in pleather or ludicrously overpriced anythings. I also failed in my other task - birthday present buying. And I walked around town for so long my legs hurt.

I'm all about the rock luxe look that's around at the moment. It's just like the shops have read my mind & decided to stock the kinds of things I like. So, in celebration I'm going to blow some hard-earned on deconstructed jumper dresses and pleater this weeked.

It's so long since I shopped, I'm pretty fucking excited.
How lame.

I haven't been climbing in over a week. My fingernails have grown so long.
Never fear though, off to Cayleigh tomorrow for bouldering and battling with ferns.

I think my incredibly filth work mug keeps me healthy. The thick layer of tea staining tops up enough bacteria to keep my immune system on its toes and ready for a high leve attack.