I once wrote a blog and now I write nothing.

Okay so Shit Talker is dying a death as I, the sole contributor, haven't written a review since the end of May. I keep saying that I have the intention of catching up, of doing a massive review to get me back on track, but I'm sure that promise is empty like most of those I make with regards to breaking a cycle of laziness. In my head I have many ideas, I have thoughts about things and insights that I'm sure would be at least intriguing if not interesting to others, and I think about putting them down in a story of some form but never do. I'm starting to get very agitated by the rut that I seem happy to put off escaping. It doesn't end with just writing, I was going to go to the cinema today but because the trains are messed up in Borehamwood I ordered Pizza Hut and watched the football.

I have plans to move out of this town. It is exciting and petrifying in equal measure. I am worried about money and being independent and other things that nobody need know. I am worried that I will not be able to move and, if that ends up being the case, I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to get over the opportunity. I feel it is my big chance to finally start dragging my life forwards. Plus it would mean living with two incredible people. I will try to remain positive.

I went on a date the other night. Dates are funny as I find that I take the traditional male responsibility of organising something awesome a little too seriously and fret over it but then it never really pans out that way but still goes fine. We went to Hip Hop Karaoke at The Social, sat upstairs drinking for a while (well I drank and she drank soft drinks) and then it was full to capacity with a queue outside when we decided to go in so walked to Kings Cross instead. I bought a book from a tramp for my aunt's newborn baby for £3 and I enjoyed her company. Thinking now I'm not certain that it was even a date. Neither of us actually stated that it was a date and, due to her having a chest infection, I didn't make a move to kiss her at the end so the night never went beyond friendship. We'll see I guess.

I miss being a better friend to people. I miss my friends too. I hope that I can make it up to people.