About:

TK. Overeducated and shambolic writerling desperately trying to repackage teenage angst for the cloistered elite.

I also cook occasionally.

Friday, 5 November 2010

Nota Benne guys, I meant the place where Black Sabbath formed, not where they were born. I'm more than just a pretty face- kay? Well, you know, minus the pretty. Speaking of pretty, wtf is with Christmas decorations being up? It's not even advent people. Geez.

Anyhoo, in other news, life is insanely busy right now, and the NHS is being patently crap. Also, the whole uni fees thing.

I have one thing to say: et tu, Cleggus?

I mean, seriously, there are U turns, which in politics is forgivable, because it's a tricky business, but then there's just turning your back on your party, your principles and selling out simply to play Happy Families with the Tories.

People, this future voter is officially floating, probably towards red or green waters.

I'm writing this 'love' thing. Me being, you know it's not so much a 'love story' as an anti love story, but it features international terrorism, lesbians and a whole host of guns and assorted goodies. Funtimes, no?

In a lot of neopagan traditions, Hallowe'en is the new year, so my post Samhain resolutions are to cut down on sugar, pixels and thinking before bed.

Right, I should stop procrastinating/blogging and go and do something productive.

Au revoir, bisoux and all that jazz my bloggiefriends.

TK xx