At the start of this year I made a resolution. So what did I want from the year? A pebble in my shoe!
I wanted a pebble in my shoe to keep me shifting, keep me squirming, and keep me uncomfortable. I hoped that this would keep me shifting until I found my style, or until I became comfortable enough to realise my style would never be constant and it’d always need to be changing; just like my stance with a pebble in my shoe.
I don’t want a career, I got enough to deal with here
Screeching Weasel – Ashtray
I’ve still got that pebble in my shoe. Actually, I’ve now got two of those pesky nuisances in there. Continue reading The return of the pebble