On the Road By Jack Kerouac

“I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”



Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Perks of having Tonsillitis

Actually there are none. I would say it was a good excuse to not have to leave the house at all, but unfortunately life goes on and people need milk, bread and dog food and all that crap. So as well as a trip to the Doctors, I've dragged myself to the corner shop. So my life is now sum of chicken soup and woolly pyjamas. At the moment I'm watching St Trinians, a film which isn't one of my favourites but it has Colin Firth in it and that's good enough for me, yes I have a fetish for attactive British middle aged men, so sue me. At least I have this fire to help me sweat out my illness, though I do regret lighting these candles as I think my dog Sid, took it as a romantic suggestion and started to hump my arm. After much explaining to him that's it's not natural and we can never be, he remains sulky on the sofa.
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