I don't know about my blog anymore. It's neglected, unedited, poorly composed and full of beige psuedoexistential mutterings I would occasionally take out on the internet after a few lonely whiskeys because I didn't really have much to do at the time. Now that I have things to do, I've got a few things on my mind re- blogging; a) I'm concerned that my musings during this busier period will not improve in quality, b) I will not have time and booze to blame for obscene lashings of self-analysis, and c) I will have to finally confront the possibility that I might be a bit of a wanker. I'm not ready for that. Besides, the only good bits of the blog were those entries about that really shit time when I went to Korea to get my heart back from a boy (whom I am foolishly still friends with, btw) and ended up getting stuck there for a month. Then I was locked out of Germany, snowed in in England, bruised up in Scotland, I cried publicly pretty much EVERYWHERE and bribed terrifying German bureaucrats with posh chocolate. If these tidbits of clumsy travel sound like stories you'd be interested in hearing, send me a letter and I'll tell you about it more personally. (Apple 'C' Apple 'P' blog entries). Anyway. I'll think about my relationship with blogging and get back to you. ...You still reading? xx emma koster