What can I say. It's a slow day in the office.

Quiz time
R10 if any of you know what a neologism is, and which writer is famous for creating most of them. I'm gonna try and use/make-up as many as I can in next week's column.

PS
Colleen Figg is not allowed to answer the above question. If she does, she can't have the R10.

Just so my 31 loyal fans don't think I honestly surf all morning and work for 30 minutes a day, here I am, still in the office... but anyway...

You know what I hate?

I hate it when things come to an end. More specifically, relationships. I hate that feeling when you've gone from laughing, sharing, joking (and in-joking), making fun of people together, turning your noses up together at the same things, cracking the same tired old jokes that get a tired old laugh - not becuase they're funny anymore, but because the act of continuing with the same stupid joke has now become the joke. I hate it when all of that goes away. 

I hate it that we can fall out of love as abruptly as we fall in love.  

It really makes my heart sink. It makes my heart heavy and brittle and feeling not like it's sitting attached to anything in a ribcage, but rather like it's bobbing around aimlessly in the pit of my stomach. It has nowhere to go. Just floats around. Doing nothing, helping no one.
 
One morning you wake up with a nice girlfriend, then one morning you don't. It's enough to make you pull your heart out and replace it with a couple of ice blocks.

You can fill your free time with bravado in front of your friends. But lonely silence knows how you really feel. That's why it does it's best to keep so quiet when you're staring into space.

Heartache is a bummer, man. It really is. I honestly think I've only got one more in me, then that's me out. Out.