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Who made this garden. I ask myself. I want it at my house. The checkout stand reminds me what I can not live without with glossy magazines on racks, seductively displayed.
Position: Lying on the couch. Location: Home, in Haderslev, Denmark. Occupation: Texting girlfriend and playing with iPad.
Comes a time in a man's life, When he comes to the age of realisation. And with that age of realisation comes contentment. That contentment is often accompanied with Self Love and Comfort...
I need to feel its case in my hand. It is part of me, Intrinsically linked to my state of mind, An occupation for my fingers. It is my connection to the world. I await the ring, beep or miaow.
What is that.
Internet blues today I've been unable to play Electronic friend On which I depend Has been down nearly all day Haven't been able to post What I like doing the most I'm mad as a hatter My PC I'll...
Opuss Pocus. Wow. we're all under the spell. Seems this little app in all our hearts dwell. From morning to night it's got us all hooked. Even my little princess has been overlooked.
I wake up in the morning, First thing I reach for, is my iDevice. I open my eyes, and check Opuss. I brush my teeth, and check Opuss. I sit down to eat, and check Opuss. I take a bath, and check...
I miss the days when the hours were the minutes and the minutes the hours , and the seconds didn't exist. The days seemed like endless weeks , the weeks timeless months.
What would we do without iPhone. Would we make it thru the day Would the journey home be ruined Without a game to play Where would we be without iPhone.
This just popped into my mind when I saw my brother on Facebook: If Facebook was closed down, you could probably hear never ending screams of sadness, and there would be people on the street shoving...
(the last two lines are in homage to bukowski) I love the weekdays whilst you're all in work.
Does anyone remember that time when secrets existed. When cock-ups and accidents and faux-pas weren't listed. When you could change to 'single' without facebook's command.
"Nós bebemos demais, gastamos sem critérios. Conduzimos rápido demais, ficamos acordados até muito mais tarde, acordamos muito cansados, lemos muito pouco, vemos TV demais e raramente estamos com...
Sitting at my balcony four floors up Looking over the city, Music surrounding the room behind me As the wind comes to hit me.
Alone, at home with the door locked, music up. I sing along. Pass the time, train my voice. Play guitar. Sitting naked on the floor in my living room, drawing. Clothes are overrated.
Sat here at work thinking of you, No signal to update. I don't know what to do. Im bored out of my mind wondering what time work will end. Not having any 3G drives me round the bend.
“Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years. You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right.
I live amongst the groaning, wheezing plague of rolling tyres and Friday vomit. Splattered upon the pavement and dried in dyed hair and decorating Primark heels.
For the past 28 years I have worked from Monday to Friday, many evenings, and more than a few weekends. When I'm not travelling I catch a 50 minute train home from London Waterloo.
For the past 28 years I have worked from Monday to Friday, many evenings, and more than a few weekends. When I'm not travelling I catch a 50 minute train home from London Waterloo.
When people complain about things that aren't even slightly affecting them or anyone they know.
I enjoy my life, but deep down when I have too much time to think, or possibly, the right amount, it's easy to feel slightly antagonised by the current times.
So after an entire week if work some of us hit the bottle. The bottle of your choice, mine is wine a bottle French red and for others whatever they fancy.