It's high time I took out the trash. Each of these paragraphs summarises a draft that I never got around to publishing and more than likely never will:
I got a new job...ages ago. In fact I'm only four weeks from leaving that very position.
Sometimes, friendships slip away, not because you don't care for the person anymore, but because you and they simply forget to maintain it. Even if you still call yourselves friends, there's not the same level of comfort and intimacy that there once was1. I have this vague idea that I should keep and regularly review a list of friends which ranks them in order of importance to me. That way, I can be sure to maintain the friendships that really matter.
I sometimes get quite bored. In fact, recently (like six months ago), I was feeling bored much of the time. I'm not so bored at the moment, there are some very interesting things happening.
The Eels are probably the greatest band in the world (according to me).
The idea of de-cluttering is really appealing. The current cull of possessions due to our move is really helping out with that.
Last time I was in the UK the six weeks of traveling turned my favourite pair of jeans into tatters of denim hanging from my hips.
I noticed today3 that in an effort to avoid looking like I'm staring (not that I have to make a special effort, it's just something I do instinctively) my eyes naturally gravitate to the least interesting or least attractive thing in my field of vision. This seems odd to me. Although I understand why it's a social no-no to stare at other people, it really doesn't make that much sense. Why would we stare at the back of an ugly man or the dirty concrete walkway when you could be looking at the much more pleasing body coming in your direction? Or why would you choose to look out the window when the person sitting across from you on the bus is infinitely more interesting than the wooden sound barriers surrounding the freeway? Go on people, have a stare!