In a Room with 2

I live in a room with two other people, occasionally more.

One is a older Gent, we'll call Rabbit (Because he hates them) and the other is the Flower. Rabbit lives in the bunk under me. He's a bit of an oddball. I don't mean in a bad way. His life just didn't follow the route, the normal route we see on the t.v when it comes to life. He's at the peculiar stage in his heart. He's a good man though, a nice man.

The Flower is a learner. Trying to master the language that spills so easy from my mouth and fingers. She's watching the Goonies. Classic. Of course.

I live in a dorm bunk room. Top bunk. Its got a nook in it. I'm a little surprised, sometimes, where I am. I used to have a nice office job. Skirts, Blazers and Heels. I liked it. Or I thought I did. I liked the money, I like the independance it gave me. What I didn't like was the howling loneliness. I live with other people now. I don't make as much money and I'm happy.

Of course. I'm writing letters and cards this evening down south, its the Word's Birthday.

I went up Cow Hill the other day, old muscles aching. It was worth it. Its easier to walk on heather than it is on mashy ground. Its harder than running on sand. Its my get out and do things.

I'm slacking at the moment. Watching Rockn' Rolla. Next. Letters. After that, not sure. I think I need to make some potatoes for me. Its chilly. I'm trying to come up with a sort of direction with this blog. Any suggestions?

I want to create something like this.

I want to write something great. How do I do this? Anyone want to chip in?


Also I need a book. I've read three amazing books in a row. What do I do?