The RockOnce upon a time, there was a girl. And she was desperately lonely. In all the world, she had only one person. And on top of that person was six feet of earth, and on top of that earth was a rock. Everyday, this girl would visit the rock. Because she had nowhere else to go. She always went alone, that goes without saying. But one day, she took a chisel with her. And she broke the rock into pieces. And then she broke the pieces into more pieces, and she kept on chiselling up that rock until all she had was a pile of dust. And then she cried. She cried and cried, and her tears fell onto the dust, and she stirred it with her finger, until she made a paste. And then she drew a hairpin from her hair, and sharpened it until it was like a needle, and she took that dust and she ingrained it into her skin. She tattooed the dust into her skin, all the wayThe Rock by morgantown
Hi. I am alive. Um... yeah. Final year happened. Living with Phoneix-Faerie and Vicky was awesome in ways I can't even begin to list. Miss you. Exams went alright. (That's an understated British "alright" - please excuse me for blowing my own trumpet.) I now have a job. It's great, all I do is dick around on Matlab and have epic arguments with my boss. I actually have free time at weekends now - which results in this junk: pnb.smackjeeves.com - it's the next big thing and you should all, like, re-blog it or whatever it is kids do these days. If you want to, I mean.
So what has the past year brought for you? Good things, good people and good times, I hope? Thanks for, you know, existing. (Oh, I'm so eloquent. No, seriously, this is eloquence, and says what I want to say better than I ever could.)