P.S: Quick Confession.

I quit Skype when I'm exercising in front of my laptop incase people can magically watch me through my webcam.
Strangely, I do not close the shutters on my windows.

Twitter.

Having deactivated myself from Facebook several weeks ago, I initially worried I would transfer my social networking addiction to Twitter. I had concerns that I would start 'tweeting' non-stop, gathering followers wherever I went. However, partly because of the lack of twitter friends IRL*, I have managed to avoid another status update meltdown. Instead, I think I have started to look upon twitter as a dating website... ... this is to say a dating website where the common man can hope to access the lives of the celebrity.

For the few that read this, I have a confession to make: I sincerely believe that if ever I were to meet the Radio One DJ Chris Moyles, him and I would make a fantastic connection and immediately start dating.
However I do not view Twitter uniquely as a dating site, I also believe I could be firm friends with Louis Spence and Alan Carr, and that Lily Allen and I could have a love/hate style friendship.

These sad little dreams of mine are exactly that. If Twitter weren't my main source of the daily news, I would have deactivated that too. If only I could deactivate chocolate from my mouth...


*in real life.

...and they lived happily ever after.

The TV and Film industry for so long have adopted the Aristotelian story telling standard of beginning, middle and end: the once upon a time to the happily ever after. But happy endings aren't 'cool' anymore. Perhaps it's a reaction to a century of the predictable denouement, or just an attempt to shock the viewer in the name of the supposed indie film.

Is it better to have loved and lost than to ever have loved at all?
Is it better to have watched the rom-com than to never have seen it?

While the second question doesn't quite have the same poetry as the first, I have to argue that one should say no the rom-com and for their own personal health, watch a WW2 documentary instead.

Continuing my avoidance of the happy ending, currently watching: Casablanca.