I’ve been writing a story, just for me so far… when you start to get creative and personal with something you write it’s pretty easy to suspect yourself of being cringe but such is life. Anyway, a main theme of this story is the relationship between creation and creator; how if a story ceases to be interesting to a creator then it will inevitably end unfinished. The longer a story goes on the more rules and cannon restrict the story telling, you can’t contradict what has already happened as that degrades the realism of the world! Past a certain point, the story has a mind of it’s own and a creator can only write it with metaphorical hands tied, almost helpless to influence what occurs next in the story as if it was all planned from the start. You’re left merely inventing ways to keep the pace of the story moving whilst the world and characters react to them with the free will they’ve somehow stolen from you.

Anyway, Sometimes I feel like I am a character in a story that’s being written because life just never fucking chills out. There’s never a period where nothing is happening and whenever it looks like there’s going to be one something unexpected happens. Techboy had two of his wisdom teeth removed last week, pulled out, should have been a few days recovery, he got an infection and is laid up with painkillers and three different antibiotics, has been laid up for several days. So that’s a big worry and troubling times, yes. Wish him nice things so he gets better please!

I cut my hair though, defiantly wasn’t a stress induced manic decision or anything haha :3 That is self picture, then there are some pre-haircut photos of my crotch area in my old comfy pants because I like it and I like you!

Love you XOXO