A ghost in the kitchen.

Working with an ex lover is tricky.
Especially when that person has said
"I don't want to see you any more, please leave me alone".

So, walking into the kitchen,
he's there.

You can't acknowledge him.
He doesn't exist.

Even though you look like an idiot
faffing around,
pretending everything's cool man,
yeah rejection, it's fine,
he never liked me anyway.

Besides you'd look pretty silly talking to a ghost,
and why would you want to
when there's nothing left unsaid.

I've also never heard a man yawn so arrogantly in my life.

Destroy, build, destroy.

Much like Andrew W K's kids tv show Destroy, Build, Destroy,
I've yet again destroyed a major portion of my life.
Time to build.

Odd T broke up with me as a friend last night.
One of the few I had I this town.

"Oh look the world is against you yet again."

It's not the world,
I have complaints as much as the next person,
It's just one person.

"I don't believe anything you say",

It's not that I lied,
I lie and embellish stories as much as the next person,
I told the truth about how I felt at the time.

Ah well, what can you do?

Build.

I've done that plenty of times, and
sometimes you have to stay in control,
because there's only you to pay the bills.

Try, Fail, Try.

My new life starts one day before,
the 3rd anniversary of the Fukashima earthquake and nuclear disaster.
It was also the day Dollface and I started our 5 year "one line a day" diaries.

Watched an excellent documentary on Jewish religion last night,
true faith must surely come from having kept the faith
despite being moved along so many times.

I feel like I'm being moved along again,
doesn't help that I don't have the money to move again,
nor a clue of where to go.

I have to keep telling myself
this won't matter soon.
Because it won't.

I have many good things coming up.

I'm glad..

Some days.

Some days, you just want to listen to songs over and over.