Another day...

Completely forgot about this blog, was trying to setup a new one and it said that someone had already taken it - so i navigated to the url and what do you know, it was taken by me! Only 23 and my memory is already gone!

Anyhow,

Life is busy, bloody busy. The bus still shits me to tears, i swear the people of Brisbane are becoming more rude by the day (also fatter!). I'm finding it more and more disgusting the amount of people in this city that are obese, slightly overweight is fine, but when someone can't fit into a bus/train seat (width wise, not those with long legs ;)), can't walk properly (you know what i mean - swaying from side to side as they walk along) there is a real problem. Am i the only one who cares?

I'm not sure what can be done or for that matter if anything should be done, if they want to be fat thats their choice right? Does it really matter to me? What effect does it have on my life? If they die from overweight related health issues at an early age why should i care? Everything that i believe in tells me that i shouldn't but i can't help but feel that these people should be told to lose weight. Eat less, it can be done, i didn't lose 50 kilos by some magical wand or wonder diet, i just ate less!

Well after that rant...

I've been listening to Bob Dylan a lot (Last.fm profile: tombrisbane), ever since the concert (which was fantastic by the way!) i can't seem to get him out of my head. I feel inspired from his music and have been writing poetry quite a lot. It is pretty dark for some reason, i am not unhappy at all so not sure where it is coming from - i may post some on here in the next few days if i'm feeling up to criticism :P

Anyway, must get back to work, i will actually post again soon - i have a lot to say and no one to listen to me so this is as good as anywhere else.

Tom