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[14 Dec 2003|09:40am] |
Sunday morning. Groan. Very busy last night, but we got through with time to spare.
More hi-jinks in an hour. And yes, it's busy again.
I'm not enjoying this Christmas rush at all, but at least it's only another week or so.
Where's the fucking DSL confirmation AOL?
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[14 Dec 2003|06:37pm] |
How busy then? 85 people fucking busy, that's what.
Seen no Zoe lately, hardly any Roy or Stan either.
Bored, tired and bored.
Now fuck off.
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[14 Dec 2003|08:19pm] |
My excuse for being like this is not having the breaks in social situations. It is no excuse really, and you have no idea what i'm talking about. But that's okay.
I feel at the moment like the thickest person on the planet; can't argue, can't think, can't express. I may as well be deadwood. Do you know...do you really know how frustrating it is knowing you've got a brain worthy of something but not being able to connect it to anything? I would guess so.
My mother is yawning. I can't believe how utterly mind fuckingly annoying it is. I don't like yawning from anyone, but her's appears to be dragged out to as long a note as is possible, and as loud as is possible.
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[14 Dec 2003|08:26pm] |
I wrote a piece about Barry Manilow hauling a plucked turkey onstage, and proceeding to alienate his audience with some screaming.
Yes, it's Christmas, and my hate goes festive. It's like my normal hate, but with fucking baubles.
I'm thinking of decorating the house with stuffed animals and damp bicuits. Oh, and some baubles with the faces of second rate cartoon characters. Bananaman and Superted should confuse visitors.
I haven't forgotten the Christmas pudding burning, either. Except the Christmas pudding bit. I just performed the burning. Drank the brandy, though.
When Santa comes, i'm going to smash his legs with a cricket bat as soon as i see the fat cunt appear in the chimney, piss in his hat, and throw him through the window with a mince pie stapled to his beard. Fucker.
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[14 Dec 2003|08:38pm] |
Finally i think i can afford a new stereo. Which is good, as i'm getting sick of not being able to piss off my mother with absurdly loud volume. It comes on Wednesday.
For weeks i've had to resort to screaming and hitting the walls with small objects. Swords, apple cores, glasses, that sort of thing. Roy sold me his ghettoblaster, but it's volume only goes up so far, and it doesn't skip forwards.
I'm going to sell my decks, before i throw those as well. I never really learnt to use them.
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