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Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • The love letter of all love letters. By Hank Moody, Californication S2 Ep10.

    Dear Karen,

    If you’re reading this it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started, I have the tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write.

    There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it: I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make. It was the perfect storm – she said one thing, I said another. The next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

    Now there’s this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required.

    She is you, Karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me, because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment – the moment that could have changed everything.

    I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn, you smell good; like home. And you make excellent coffee, that’s got to count for something, right?

    Call me.

    Unfaithfully yours,

    Hank Moody.


  • Everyone's a writer these days. Boohoo. Boohoo to me, I think, cos I'm the one complaining.

    Everyone's writing about their days, putting photos of themselves and friends on the internet, giving the whole world an article tri-weekly about the things they've been doing, how they've been feeling, events etc etc. Do people really care? Obviously they do. But why put your whole life out there? I have to admit I've done the same and yeah for ranting and venting etc etc. But back to my opening point, everyone's a writer. Does everyone plan to be like Carrie Bradshaw and have their thoughts and life story published for the world to laugh at, cry with, throw up at? Well maybe you'll say that's exactly the point of blogs - to tell the world what you think, how you feel. I guess why not.

    Everybody's the princess of their own little fairytale.


Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Monday, 24 August 2009

  • I wish I was a simple girl and had life nice and easy;
    not simple in the head of course - that would make me stupid!
    I just want a simple life, no more crying at night.
    Doesn't matter if it makes me less interesting, if in me there's no fight.

    What use is being interesting, quirky, weird,
    special, one-of-a-kind, amazing, or beautiful
    if at the end of the day, you fall asleep in tears
    wondering how you always manage to wind up in poo.

    Then again, when life was easy and simple and good,
    how boring did I say it was, how much did I want out?
    So for a while, many times, I got what I wanted - something to do,
    some drama to keep me occupied, something for "right now"

    But simple girl I am not; never have been, never will be.
    This is me and this is my life and it will never be easy.
    I know that, and I have accepted that it is this way,
    I just wish, oh, how I wish that it will be easier, someday.


  • My writing, it's done now and this is how I finish:

    So goodbye, "I hesitate to end" but this is the end.
    This is the end of the story of us and all we could have been.

    Perfect. I love it.


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  • I am relentless in the pursuit of what I want. Sometimes that's a good thing; other times, not so. But when it comes down to it, all I want is to lie on the beach on a warm, sunny day with good company and perhaps an adventure of sorts.

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