So yes, here we are. Another year. Another month. Another day. Another fuck-up.

Actually, I shouldn't sound so negative as i've had quite a good jolly day today, though it is very hard to remain positive working for a company like The Listening Company. But I shall remain upbeat and take my days each as they come.

I miss a lot of people. There's so many people I barely get in touch with because saying hi over an internet site or e-mail seems so fucking minor. I can't help but wonder if it's possible that I can maintain good friendships when i'm so far from the people who once made such an impact on myself. It's times like this I would love to be in Liverpool, surrounded by those like myself because, with the exception of my amazingly wonderful southern friend Simon Pound, I feel at a loss down here. Not a lot of people have a good sense of humour, they don't deal with sarcasm well, and I unfortunately work for a place where getting to know someone well is not advised as they'll probably leave within a week anyway.

Me and Simon. Yesterday.

And realistically, besides Simon, I don't really have 'real' friends down here. Colleagues in the workplace yeah, but outside of that? Bah. It's that kinda thing that makes me miss Liverpool, though I still stand by my decision to never live there again unless it was a last resort.

And yes, I have put weight on since moving down south. See that pic up above? Gah, what happened to my slim sexiness? I am planning on getting back there, it just takes that drive to do it. It will come.

I don't have faith. I don't believe in belief. You can call me Faithless, you can me faithless.
I still cling to hope, and I believe in love, that's faith enough for me, faith enough for me.