Fingal says...

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."

There is a rumor going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.

— Sir Terry Pratchett, The Daily Mail (U.K.), June 21, 2008  (via nonplussedbyreligion)

(Source: ffrf.org, via worldsgayestconsultingdetective)

Some stuff. Things.

Blarg. Don’t know where to start really. Well, to start with I spoke with my family yesterday for the first few weeks and I’m suddenly feeling violently homesick. This was after breaking down earlier in the week at a sitcom because someone was giving birth and I wanted babies. I think it’s my time of the month. Probably.

And then there was the actual conversation mainly with my mum. Although at one point she did leave to make a cuppa and I was just meowing at my cat but she wasn’t giving a shit.

Point numero uno: my mum knows I smoke. She found out and I might have slightly underplayed just how much I smoke but the really weird thing was that she sounded almost supportive and at one point was trying to egg me on into smoking. So not what I had been expecting.

Point numero dos: I’m not the only gay in the family any more. Apparently. And older cousin. But that side of the family is complicated and things are going tits up. Not important.

Which just takes me to now. Avoiding working which is stressing me out and no one is talking except a guy and that’s complicated and I don’t need any of this now. What I need is working. Not an imaginary uterus going into overdrive.

Fuck feelings.