Door Frame Ghost

That's the second time I thought I saw someone walk past the room through a door frame. It's only for a split second but it does creep me out just a bit when I find out that there's nobody there.
I don't think it's a hallucination or anything just the odd trick of the mind.
Anyway, pretty spooky.

So BBC 6 Music and cider and writing things in a half-arsed way is my evening for tonight. I have things to do. I think they can leave untill the weekend.
I'm in love but with no-one in particular, just people in general, just because you're different and you manage to make me happy somehow, I respect you and I'm sorry for getting in a strop about you. You're cool.

I like going for walks, I like going for picnics, I like striking up conversations with strangers, I like jazz and I like waking up on aeroplanes, I like observing people in their cars on highways, I like it when it rains hard and I'm warm and in bed, I like pets, I like being the guy who carries a camera, I like playing sport even if I'm terrible at it, I like using unneccisarily proper language to make me seem smart, I like beef chow mein, I like coconut ice, I like quoting Nietzche and watching old films. I don't like watching sport I don't want a car and I don't want a television when I move out (I find something oddly cool in not owning a television), I don't want a fancy phone with applications I don't need, I don't want or need a tidy house, I don't like arguing over pointless things. This is just a little slice of me for those who may have wanted to know a little more about the writer of this blog.

Early night tonight.
Does anyone want me to pick something up for them in Cardiff tomorrow morning?
Stay funky.
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