creation

The urge to create is burning inside me, in more ways than one.

Everyone around me seems to be procreating and adding to the population problem, and freakishly, I find myself wanting to do the same thing.

Of course, with my medical history and the fact I haven't got even the sniff of a man in my life let alone a stable relationship, it's unlikely to happen...ever if I continue my 'All men are evil, scummy, leech-like bastards@ phase.

Because really... Men are utter fuck uppity useless at commitment and even worse at actually caring...apart from the aforesaid, few and far between men who are either Gay, married or dead. Or possibly all three.

Anyway I'm not going to start man bashing again...I did enough of that talking to Joey the other night. Learned a lot about that girl I didn't know too. She's a dark horse that one. And I never did understand that expression.

Anyway, the creativity...I've been full of ideas lately, yeah now that I'm back at work and have no time to write stuff, I get ideas. And you have no idea the tortureof being bored shitless in work, and not being able to work on the ideas that buzz inside your head...well Chris might being a fellow creative whizz. It is very frustrating anyway, and by the time you get home, your tired and having stared at a computer screen all day, you don't really want to start all over again. And yet here I am, typing this drivel, when I could be being creative...go figure.