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Friday, April 10th, 2009
12:36 am	Writer's Block: What is your name? If you were to have another name, what would it be? Submitted By crazyprotein View 500 Answers Rex Hardpunch (Comment on this)
Monday, December 15th, 2008
6:06 pm	Writer's Block: Quarantine Etiquette Personally I like to go to work and breathe on people. If I'm gonna be sick, I'm making everybody else miserable too. I work in a popular bar in London; every epidemic that has happened over the last four years has been caused by me personally. (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 13th, 2008
5:46 am	My heartbeat was beatin all kinds of crazy. But then the hot girl from the ring tried to open a bodybag. I really did try to pause it. But then it all goes to hell. (brackets. While the movie is paused I let if go through my livejournal. I wish I could honestly show you guys I'm watchin this... dot dot dot in the dark. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 3rd, 2008
8:43 pm	London vs. Liverpool Trying to figure out where I'm going to live after I get evicted, whether I attempt to stick it out in London or whether I decide to take a step backwards and move back to Liverpool. It's a tough decision to make, the short answer is, I want my independance. But it's becoming more and more evident that I can't get that in London. My wages are not exactly low on paper, but for where I am, I simply cannot afford it. I'm living beyond my means and all I'm doing is paying for rent. However, it's a job - something I don't have in Liverpool, however there are local papers in Liverpool that I could maybe apply to. I mean a creative writing degree from a London university that included a crash course in copy editing? They'd love it. Most people down south know that my uni is shit so they won't bother with me, but I know that scousers are like the stereotypical Americans, they never look outside their own little corner of the world. However, I remember thinking how my degree could work for me in London and getting burned. (I've only made it to three interviews, of those, only one actually got back to me - with a rejection) So it's a gamble, and as I've said, I'm not in the mood for gambling with my life again. Although (a lot of these paragraphs will start with although and however, get used to it, it's a train of thought) I do get a lot of writing done in Liverpool. True a lot of that could be because I'm on holiday and I'm not working or anything, but since I'm resolving not to take another pub position, I don't think I'll be working 48-52 hours per week. But I'll be leaving a lot of friends behind in London. I never get to see them, sure, but I know that they're always (theoretically up the road). I still have friends in Liverpool, though, as evidenced by the fact that I saw some of them on Wednesday. Plus I have the advantage, forgive me if this sounds big headed, that people tend to like me. Who's to say I won't meet people through a new job? Speaking of meeting people - we come to the big crunch, or at least for me; the ladies. Can I start by saying that in my experience, there are more gold diggers per person in London that there are in Liverpool. The goth movement is coming back to Liverpool in a big way, and I love goth girls, as we all know. Not to mention that Liverpool has the Krazy House, the best alternative music club I have ever been to. Nothing in London compares, and if it does, it's too expensive for the likes of me anyway. Nights out - I saw a notice board today on the side of a high street pub, £1.90 for various drinks all day every day. This wasn't a chain pub or anything either. In London a high street pub can openly charge £3.90 a pint and get away with it, and you're essentially getting the same thing. Hell, a pint of decent ale in the swan comes to less than £2 - even in the pub I work at it's £2.10 and that's cheap by southern standards. Then there's rent, in London I'm paying through the nose but in Liverpool I can stay rent free in my parents place. My room here is bigger than my room in London, and my family is here, my room in London is next door to the room of a dole claiming, mess making note writer who somehow earns more than me. (While we're on the subject, if someone leaves a note for you expressing distaste for something that you may or may not have done - you should be legally required to shit in their mouths while they're asleep. Trust me it's LESS disgusting.) I know it sounds like I've already made my decision to move back to Liverpool. But there's still one important factor to consider. In London I may be struggling to get by but I have my independance and pride because, damnit, I'm out there trying to live life by my own means. Moving back to Liverpool would seriously damage my self respect, I'd feel like I've failed. It'd be easier to move back to Liverpool, no question, but I'm not convinced that it'd be the right thing to do. Other things that are pissing me off... ( Read more... ) Ranting is always good. Now I have to sort out what to do with my life. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 10th, 2008
8:15 pm	New Years Revolution Here is a list of things I want to accomplish in 2008; * Publish the first Gallaetha novel at last. * Write the second Gallaetha novel. * Sure, what the hell - might as well write the third one while I'm at it. * Write that damn screenplay that I've been tooling with. * Finish the TV series pilot I started last summer. * Punch out a great white shark. * Join the YMCA gym that's five minutes from my flat, I might need to sell a kidney to afford the membership fee though - which defeats the point somewhat. * Travel somewhere outside of the country. * Defeat Matt Groening in a twelve step foot race. * Invent cure for kicks in the crotch. (Comment on this)
Friday, May 11th, 2007
1:09 am	A vaguely politcal rant - which robbed me of forty five minutes Usually I'll watch the news when I'm at home, the only time I actually ever find out what's going on in the world(as well as finding out what's going on in the world of web comics, SA and Homestar). Call me politically apathetic if you must. It's not that I don't care what goes on in the rest of the world, it's just that it's so depressing I don't really want to hear five hundred different takes on how I'm going to get kidnapped, murdered, raped (in that order) set on fire, mugged and if I'm very lucky - bombed by terrorists/my own country. But still, watching the news the other day, I can't help but find something that stirs a shred of passion inside me. Another dude has been taken prisoner in Iraq, I think he's a reporter or something I dunno. It's a damn shame really. How does taking a random, non-political prisoner help any kind of cause? Then that got me thinking - how does bombing busses, trains and plotting attacks in night clubs actually help? I can't really imagine the mentality. Sure, the UK and the US might dominate the oil trade and sure, they've pushed about the countries in the middle east. That can't be pleasant for the average citizen of those countries. I can understand (sorta) wanting to retaliate for that kind've stuff. But attacking average citizens who have little to no say in how the government works? Who benefits from that? It's an eye for an eye, sure. But who was it that said 'if everyone started taking an eye for an eye, the whole world would be blind?' It might've been Confucius, or possibly Quagmire. I read somewhere that part of the reason these people commit these murders is to 'raise awareness' to their cause, like it's some kind've glorious star studded fund raiser. With explosions. I think it was a police transcript of some people plotting an attack on a nightclub. One of these guys was talking about, and I paraphrase here 'taking out somewhere big, with lot's of people, so the world pays attention,' or something to that effect. So what these particular guys (notice how must terrorists are guys? I don't see women everywhere claiming that female terrorists are underpaid) are saying is that it's worth sacrificing hundreds of innocent (and I use the term quite loosely, it's a nightclub you understand...) lives so the worlds news talks about them for a bit? Now, I'm not a politics expert. In fact, the very idea about writing something about real world politics makes me feel weird. Kind've like I'm wearing someone elses shoes. But surely blowing people up so that people will pay attention to you is in fact WORSE than blowing people up for oil? To clarify, both are wrong. But only one of those things has a concrete goal in mind. Just sayin' is all. Now, I have a real cool solution to this whole Iraq silliness. We do this. 1. Withdraw all our troops in the middle east. Every single one. Just be all "We give up, you've won? See if we care. We're going back home to I dunno - live?" Think about it. Adopt a 'we don't care anymore' policy - and just see the reaction. This sort've leaves this guys with nothing much to fight us for anymore and maybe we can try to resolve this whole thing in peace? Of course I don't claim to know anything about the situation, there's probably millions of factors that I haven't considered, and don't want to consider. But then isn't that the way with everything? You never know what's going to happen in any area of life. But isn't it for the best when we at least try to do the right thing? It makes it so much easier to blame everyone else when it goes wrong. I for one, can get behind a motto like that. Right. Now it's sammich time. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 23rd, 2006
3:58 am	Stealing the internet, one page at a time It seems as though everyone in the world is perfectly sane, normal, friendly and awesome in their own way. However pretty much everybody goes through that one event - just one simple event, that completely fucks them up completely, rendering them anti-social, ignorant and abusive. And it's absolutely amazing how we can all just ignore other peoples problems, focussing on the little world buzzing around in our own heads. We own the monopoly on pain, on suffering and to hell with everyone else. How stupid we must all look compared to people with real problems, with real issues. The truly insane, the homeless, the hungry, the lonely, the opressed and the dead. Ah well, if we can't look further than the length of our own noses, and if we can't see that the reason we're unhappy is because we did something horrible to someone once. If we can't see that the object of our happiness is so easily attainable by nothing more than a simple apology - then we deserve all the misery we inflict upon ourselves. Or the misery I inflict on you when I make out with an ex-girlfriend in front of you. Though what started out as a caculated revenge plot turned into more, and I was actually happy, not because I'd made her miserable, but because I was just happy. Lasted about a week. But hey, I gained a friend out of it - though it is another friend I'm powerfully attracted to with another 31 year old boyfriend. Where do these guys come from? I mean seriously, do they just hang outside of university bars like a sixty year old in a mac outside the school gates, preying on anyone who looks young enough? Current Music: Homestar Runner, I don't know what I'd do without you (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
2:03 am	It means... sort of like Iron... doesn't it? Of course, with all the ranting I do about how annoying it is to have all these MSN conversations bugging me it was only a matter of time before they all vanish on the day when I actually need someone to talk to. Like the good advice you didn't take... something about spoons... only being able to find... a plane crash? Those are the lyrics right? Makes you think... ... oh the irony! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 27th, 2006
2:52 am	Capitalism rant Can someone please explain to me exactly what powers and benefits I have as a white man? Because honestly I'd love to know. It seems everyone is assuming that white men have some supreme power over the rest of the world due to their skin colour and gender. Yes; ok I'll agree to a point. Yes, there are certain white boy groups who meet up to be racist and sexist around other white men without fear of being challenged. But I make it a point to avoid these type of people and discussions, if somebody says something sexist or racist I'll usually try to challenge it to a point. Like the other day when I was playing poker one of the guys starts joking about how it's ok to punch a woman out so you can rape her. He seemed to think this was the funniest thing since Family Guy and nearly broke his arm patting himself on the back. Fortunately for him, he had plenty of other meat headed chaps to do that for him. I questioned it, told him that it simply wasn't funny and was a tad disrespectful (Jules spent a year living with an abusive guy who beat her regularly, so this is a sore spot for me). Yeah I was accused of being a downer, yeah I was looked at funny for the rest of the evening. But this proves that I'm not the sort of guy who gets off disrespecting women. Hell, some of my more liberal friends accuse me of hating men and always siding with women. Yes; ok I'll grant that white men control the business and political world. But do I look like a businessman or politician? This proves that I don't control the world financially or politically. Ok, I'm not exactly homeless or wanting for money. I have a job and am fortunate enough to come from a middle class ish background. But let's face it - there're a lot of people in that position, both male and female. It may be more likely for a man to be in a fortunate financial position than a woman, but let's face it, I know more than a few women who could buy and sell me. Seriously. Yes; I'll grant that a white male is more likely to get a job than anyone else. But from personal experience, I had to LIE to get my current job because finding employment was so hard. Ok, I'll grant that when I graduate maybe I could have an advantage. That I don't have a sassy answer for; it's an injustice in our society that a white man is more likely to get a job at the proffesional level. But has anyone else noticed that our society shovels shit on everybody? You can be black, white, male, female, staight, gay, asian, oriental, martian, a Justin or even a Myros Peterson. But the one thing we all have in common is that we're all getting fucked by a cash-centric system which doesn't care about any of us. Except maybe for the Justin's of the world, who lord over their piles of money and girlfriends a decade younger. Or perhaps the Myros Peterson's of the world... ... ahem... Cop: Better do what he says, he's a do-gooder who's suspiciously up at 3am who lives next to an alcoholic slut who hates people. After all - we'd never want anyone to think we were doing our fucking jobs. Ahem, sorry. But it's true, everybody is getting fucked unless you're a millionaire captain of industry. I don't see why we box ourselves off into labels, then squabble with eachother. Don't people see that's exactly what they want? They want feminists to hate men. They want white supremacists to hate blacks. They want asians to hate whites. They want the east to hate the west. Because they profit from it all. Whether it's selling products to people with female centered, anti male advertising (please don't take that as a generalisation - there are anti women, male centered adverts too). Or oppressing the middle east until they lash out against the west and ignite a war. It all goes back into the capitalist money pit somehow. Our enemy is not within. When we're divided we can be controlled, together, as one people, as humans - we stand some chance of fighting back and getting some justice back in this society which profits from our misery. I don't think on a global scale very often. Normally I focus on my own personal microcosm of existance - which is why I get pissed off when people quote facts and figures to me, because I can always counter with, 'ell that never happened to me so it's bullshit'- it may have happened to millions of people all over the world, but I've never seen it. It may was well have happened on another planet as far as I'm concerned. I realise that this way of thinking is wrong and I'm trying to correct it, but of course I'm not smart enough to debate with the big guns without my precious 'i've never seen that' defense. But by the same token- I wish people would meet me half way. If I can try to think more globally, maybe you can start to think more individualistically - that way it won't seem like we're just yelling at eachother in two seperate languages. Whatever - this is just what I believe, and as we've already seen, most people are too busy pushing their own personal agenda to see that we're all on the same side here. I'm sick and tired of having my voice ignored because I have a penis and white skin. Everyone should be sick and tired of having their voice ignored in general. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 24th, 2006
5:16 pm	I love her and miss her every minute of every day. ............. That's really all that's happening in my life right now. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 10th, 2006
11:35 pm	Just reading my last entry and I realised something; is there such a thing as good nightmare? Man, I sure do suck. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
11:21 pm	I want my pyramid schemes back! Well the girl I love is pregnant with another guys baby. A guy who's twelve years older, recently divorced and dashingly handsome. The way I see it - it's a picturebook romance right? Jules always wanted kids, so she gets a kid. This guy always wanted a girlfriend twelve years younger than him so he gets that. Me? Well I'm just not important enough to ever get what I want. I get porn though, a whole internet of delicions, delicious porn. Suffering from writers block, well, since yesterday. This whole situation is just a bit too much for me to take and it's really playing on my mind. It hurts so much. I don't think I've ever known a pain quite like it. Either physical or emotional - nothing I've been through is as bad as this. I just want it go away. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 25th, 2006
1:49 am	Oh if I were a rich man Why do old, rich, married guys with kids insist on sabotaging every relationship I ever get into? Can't they stay to their own goddamn wives? Why have certain women got so little respect for themselves that they jump from penis to penis, hurting everyone with a heart that they hump on? This is living proof that family life, having children and a family is all bullshit. It only leads to you feeling unfulfilled, and you just sniff around younger girls to lure them into your fucking web. From now on all I'm gonna do is just focus on earning money, it's the only constant in the world and the next anyway. I bet a rich man could just buy his way into heaven - God, if it exists obviously loves the rich more anyway. Hell, a rich man is God - and I'm gonna sell out. I am now for sale. Gallaetha is gonna be passed to every mainstream publisher, I'm doing a movie if it comes, but only with a huge Hollywood production company and only for a fee bigger than anything the actors might make. In the meantime I'm gonna do everything I can to become rich, I'm gonna look into anything that pays lucratively for a mininum of work. I just wanna sink into the arms of a beautiful woman and forget that the world even exists. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 11th, 2006
11:55 pm	Riddle me this! Ok, so I'm back in Liverpool, eating way too much food, not drinking and annoying my parents everytime my phone goes off by emitting a loud 'awww,' when a text comes through from my wonderful new, romantic, video game loving girlfriend. Typical, I meet a really sweet girl, and have to leave two weeks later :( Ah well, she met my folks when they came to pick me up from university yesterday and they approve, so she may well be coming for a visit soon. I'll get to show her the sights of Scousetown, all the while attempting to impress her, either by bench pressing a lot or drinking. But we're currently bandying sweet messages back and forth between eachother, the things she's said have actually managed to pierce this stony heart of mine and make me feel emotions which aren't depression, sadness and anger. I didn't even know that these feelings even existed. Plus she's Irish, and has the sexiest accent evor. But yeah, life is good, and has been good for a while now. Cept for my laptop being broken. Yeah, that ain't much fun. But I've had Resident Evil 4, and a super cool girlfriend to keep me sane. Sanity cannot be achieved by playing an addictive video game which is beaten entirely by running away, throwing grenades and screaming a lot. But I've been enjoying the summer too, had a BBQ on Thursday cooked by a GENUINE New Zealandian and I've been trying to move the activities I usually do inside to outside, so I can boil the flesh from my bones while I do it. I'm not sunburned yet, but gimme about a week. Things what are hopefully happening during the Summer; * Getting a job * Not getting a job, but becoming independantly wealthy * Being visited by or visiting my girlfriend * Finishing this novel of mine * Smokey Days * Compose more poetry * Take up yoga, and start swimming regularly again * Eat lots of healthy food now I'm home * A visitation from Gav, Laura and maybe Santa * Another TBBBQ * Finally watch Advent Children in English * Watch the World Cup (duh) Yeah, we'll see how much of that I can actually get done. I swear with Suzie gone I've officially taken over her position as the list maker. Nothing can be done if it isn't on the list first! If you happen to fall off a cliff and are dangling by one arm, your hands slipping away from the crumbling rock, and 'saving your life' isn't on my list I'm gonna watch you fall, then fall to my knee's and cry - if that's on the list too. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
12:54 pm	Nicked from Suzie! 1. I'll respond with something random I like about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll name something we should do together. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me). 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you. 6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you. or, I will include an icon just for YOU in my reply) 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people. Workin' hard on my coursework, another thing I'll steal from Suzie is this, current status, list thing. I don't have as much to do as her and I have longer to do it in. But she gets to go to America when she finishes, I just get to... stay in England this summer. Yeah. 1. Poetry Portfolio 99% (I'm debating which of my 12 poems to use as the final one). 2. Poetry Commentary 50% 3. Analysis of Poems -10% (I need to find out exactly what I'm supposed to do, it's supposed to be 1,000 words - but we have to squeeze 16 poetry analysis into it somehow, which seems like a typo in the module guide if you ask me.) 4. Story -10% (No idea what I'll write about yet) 5. Commentary on story 0% Not much left to do now... ... I had a weird dream about Jade last night which put everything into perspective, even though I haven't spoken to her in a while and am still a bit sore after what happened a few weeks back. But, y'know... I forgive her, kinda because of this dream - and also cuz it's kinda stupid to be annoyed at her for something so petty, I guess my other problems kinda made it worse than it actually was. Current Music: "End of the world," REM (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
12:03 pm	Money... ... sigh... I just spent £50 today on a gas bill of all things, come Friday (when I get my next pay cheque) I have to spent another £90 for water. Yeah, this stuff needs to get paid. Somehow from my meagre wages I have to pay my extortionate rent (£330) and somehow get to Royston with enough money to spend on the wedding. I'm totally unaware of how I'm gonna pull this one out've the bag without the help of elfin magic, or selling my own kidneys. Fortunately I have food enough to last me until this Friday. Still... how the hell am I gonna get down to Royston? I figure that next week I'll end up with about £150 in wages, enough to drop on the bill leaving me with about £60. I just gotta hopefully make that last. The other day I went through all my old lj entries out of boredom. By God I was a cock last Summer. But who can blame me? I certainly don't blame myself, because I mean ah... let's see you do better in the same situation you big jerkface. I also spelled 'Bukowski' wrong... which is really just inexcusable. Well Gav's gone back home for Easter, that leaves me with about a week to spend on my own. Which'll suck, at least I'll be working for most of it. I mean I'm working from 6 til close on Wednesday and Friday, 12 til close on Saturday and 3 til close on Sunday. I'm gonna be busy, and come the Friday afterwards, cha-ching! It's a shame because I could do with that money for the wedding... I'll have all this money sitting in my account and the thing I need to spend it on will already have passed. Damn finances. Well, I'm gonna go get my haircut into a brand new, sexy style yo. So I'll see ya in the spring time. Quote of the day 'Woke up this morning, and it seemed to me, like every night turns out to be, a little bit more like Bukowski, and ya, I know it's a pretty good read, but God who'd wanna be, God who'd wanna be, such an asshole." - Modest Mouse Current Mood: bored Current Music: Bukowski - Modest Mouse (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 2nd, 2006
5:43 am	Weeeeee-ooooorrrrd! Life's been good to me today. It's amazing how just one day of minor, tiny, unimportant things going right can totally change your perspective on the world in general. Still, despite how good I feel, I totally can't help just wanting to spend the good times with her. I want to share my happiness with her, in the same way when I'm upset I want to talk to her to make me feel good. Both of which inevitably make me feel worse when she doesn't even talk to me after me leaving her messages. Especially true of text messages I leave her in my break when I'm in a happy mood. I can get friendship and camaraderie from like, a million other people when I need it anyway. So I guess it doesn't really matter. Still, I can't stop feeling things. So I think it's best to just ignore and repress these feelings because they only ever end up hurting people. I got given a five pound tip today! Yay! Go me! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 25th, 2006
4:54 pm	A tribute One of my close friends gave me a damn good theory about life a while back, and it just kinda stuck with me as something to bear in mind through all the bad shit. I don't have a girlfriend and probably will never know anyone who finds me attractive. I work loads of hours and still end up with barely any money. I'm stressed out over uni work which I just can't keep up with. I'm horribly depressed for reasons I can't quite comprehend. But I have loads of good friends, so fuck you world. I have Gav to stay up all night internetting with. I have Rebby to be there for anything I'm going through no matter how small. I have Suzie to discuss important matters about life the universe, people, democracy - y'know, stuff like that. I have Kath to distribute metaphorical slaps to the head when I do something stupid. I have Rob for random Pigache based randomness and for fighting the communists. I have Josh for anecdotal fun times. I have Laura to bitch about relationship problems with, no matter what. I have Jade Paris to love me unconditionally, no matter how much of a jerk I am. I have Jade Ng to stay up with til 2am joking around about nothing in particular. I have BST to trade inoffensive, sarcastic insults with. I have Dr. T to remind me that life is hilarious. I have Jimmy to show me that you can succeed, no matter what. I have - well, all the rest too. They're the most important ones of all *sniff* And of course a family that'll love me even if my cards for my sisters birthday and mother's day will be a bit late (damn second class post). I find it amusing that last night I was tossing and turning trying to realise the point of it all and wondering if there is even a reason to get up at all. Why even go on when you can ignore the bad stuff by sleeping through it? What's the point of even living? What is there to go on for? I'm still here. I'm awake now. That counts for something right? I don't plan on dropping out of life any time soon. Bring it on! Quote of the day (or so) "Pulling a girl is five points, then throw up on her... THAT'S ANOTHER TEN!" - Rock 'n' Roll Points - Filthy Pedro Current Music: Sanitiago Girl - Junkyard Choir (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
12:09 am	40p for after shave? Get outta here... I'm feeling ridiculously anxious and I can't quite put my finger on why. I have this feeling that something bad is going to happen at every opportunity. There isn't a shadow without some unspeakable horror lurking inside it. This probably isn't healthy. I kinda get the impression that when this horrible, unspeakable bastard does drop then I'll breathe a huge sigh of relief. Nothing seems to make sense until we asigne name to it. Those kids in track suits were a problem for years, people only started to take notice until we called them chavs. And two other things. I call my weird little anxiety thing Thomas. Because Thomas is a cunty sounding name. I would like to put Thomas's head down a used toilet and flush. He's like an annoying little child who won't leave you alone until you crack him round the head with a kettle - and I'm all out of kettles. Have I just woken up and realised that the real world is a scary place, the only way to escape is to hide under the covers all day? Or is it something inside me? Am I just a paranoid bastard? Seriously it's beginning to creep me out, every time I go to work I get scared of dealing with so many people at once, I keep worrying that I'm going to fail uni, I get paranoid that I won't have a place to live next year, my money's going to run out, those kids on the corner are going to shout some abuse at me, when I transfer to a Liverpool Wetherspoons I'm going to see someone who bullied me most days, I freak out before switching the lights off as though someones watching me then I can't sleep through sheer paranoia. Maybe I am just paranoid... but it's picked a funny time to surface itself. I managed to remove a rather prickly thorn in my side recently. At least I hope I have. Laptop is still broken, novel, all my music and random bits of writing all trapped inside. That worries me. Hopefully it'll all be sorted out tomorrow when I take it in to be fixed. I'm typing this from Liverpool! I went back for a week because I missed soft toilet paper. Also my family. It's been good to be home. I had tea in the microwave when I got back home and it was AMAZING. There was Remy, still deaf, arthritic and cantankerous, but soldiering on. She's such a little trooper... Went to Oceana last night. Considering that I haven't had a night out in AAAAAAGES, I figured I deserved one. And my bonus came in from work so I figured what the hell. Had a quality night. Stole an armchair. Don't quite know who from or why, but the important thing is I got it. I also fell over a lot - called Jade, don't remember what was said, think it was all good but I'm worried about that too. Worry, worry, worry - it's all I ever do. I need a break... not a break as in a serious injury to one of my precious bones. More like a break, as in a holiday. A holiday from not worrying. There has to be places you can go for this kind of thing. Matt has finally joined the real world. It's not like that TV show of the same name that I've never seen at all. My tummy hurts. I'm the suck. Not gay. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
5:59 pm	So yeah, last night I went to see Filthy Pedro and Thee Intolerable Kid rockin' out in Old Street. Thee Kid fell on the floor while rocking out and never missed a note. Pedro played a song in a Mexican Wrestling mask. Plus I'm still sick, so I think I get a million Rock and Roll points for dragging myself out for such an amazing display of musical fury. I'm getting better now, so that's good. I can barely comprehend having a night off from both work and uni AT THE SAME TIME. Especially since I have had my laptop temporarily repaired. Life is good. Now if only I had some food we'd be in business. (2 Comments |Comment on this)