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[27 Nov 2004|07:58am] |
Tired, so will be going back up soon. My morning tenures will be briefer I think should I be able to abstain from the computer. Reason being the effects of Guiness, my friends. Plus...at this particular time, it is a...lonelier place....time zones.......gotta love 'em.
Last night....after a very deep chat with the lovely Beanie, I watched "Friday" with Ice cube. A curious little "day in the life of" comedy, starring the never stationary Chris Tucker. I found it quite enjoyable, but I guess I was in some ways high anyway. Went out after that...to the Bell....sat with Mr Stone and drank Mr Guiness whilst Mr Ian looked on disapprovingly. Well, fuck that, my friends are mine, and his are, in the main, arseholes. I know where i'd rather be.
Bolby turned up, and we all had a cosy evening. As much as can be enjoyed there. Jim came in and I chatted to him a little too as Stoney left. Sorry mate...was distracted...didn't know that was you tapping the Phylly shoulder.
PHYLLY BOY. PHYLLLLLLIS...who am I? Neil. Or whatever you want.
And so another stagger home......an amusing one...if you laugh at THREE CATS IN ONE ROAD.
Check it out. Even Bolb couldn't engineer this shit. In primary Cat Speak (TM), here is my diatribe:
Yeah so there i was, out on patrol..CAT PATROL MIND YOU, checking out the local furries...when outta nowhere....this bastard..musta been abahhht..........a foot long? Yeah...yeahhhhhh....yeah...FOOT...foot 'e was...nothing more than a thought .....under a car if you please! Real let down......I hate it when fucking cats do that..the car underside is a NO. GO. AREA!
No.....anyway..feeling a bit spiritless after this.........I kinda shouted......back...at the bastard...drunken I was..but still....'ad to let that fucker know he'd lowered me spirit, see? Four legger...anyway...no sooner than the last deranged cat syllable left my hole, than I felt a knocking at my legs...a FUCKING TEN TON MANEOUVERE ON ME FOOT! Ladddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss annnnnn' genneeellmen...it's the bootlace chaser, the leg abraiser...boxing's great contender...eeeeeeessssssaaaahhhhhhhhhh The Interceptor! Shouting like some demented horse clown, I stroked that fucker and walked, stroked and walked, stroked and walked...you just can't get past 'im! Stroke him...he likes it too much! Starts flinging them paws this way and that..and if you please...only runs at the legs and bashes yer foot with his paw...every time! Give him an inch an' he'll take a tendon, mate.
Anyway..me an' the big I are waltzin' it down the road, and we hear a fucking bell. No not, the right 'onaraballlll DESSSSS, but an unseen baggage handler cat...right boulder headed fuck 'e was...swear he's a new one..like a general cat..you KNOW...older BLOKE CATS....the ones that are on a bit and have seeping low brows with age and experience...where's yer TACHE MATE...anyway...we didn't see nuthing....until me an' the I were at the end of the road...suddenly..this usurper comes outta his hiding place...a FUCKING emergence of 'uuuge proportions...twists bandy legs left and right and walks right up to us...the BIG I gets involved...meoiws begin...slow and nasty...i'm trying to talk them outta battle...not having it...I chases this geezer under a trailer...oldest trick in the book! I gives up and resumes arguing with my feet. Lead him up the path..telling him to fuck off home at last....I need me bed, see?
So, yes. What fun. Cats in the moonlight. Simple pleasures...a feline soiree.
Okay, be off with you.
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[27 Nov 2004|08:37am] |
www.b3ta.com have a newsletter crammed with stuff this week. Punk simulator, cute owl. And seven ways to kill your boss. They are good people, and you should love them as I do. Fridays are only now slightly less rancid.
I, however...have work today. two fucking three hour shifts, four hours apart. Very busy too. Now, I can have about three hours lounging. So i'll bugger off and do just that.
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| Another Quiz when I should be resting. |
[27 Nov 2004|09:44am] |
[ a b o u t m e ]
[name ] : Neil.
[ birthday ] : September 6th, 1976
[ location ] : Minster in Thanet, England.
[ height ] : 5'8"
[ siblings ] : Little sister and a big sister, Dawn and Helen. Not respectively.
[ pets ] : Cat called Des
[ eye color ] : Hazel.
[ hair color ] : Dark brown
[ best feature(s) ] Eyes
[ artistic? ] : Yes, in a sense.
[ boyfriend/girlfriend now ] : I would very much hope so. It's the world's oddest unexpected growing affection. Like we said, we don't know...yet.
[ crush ] : Very much.
[ color of your room ] : A mix of bleakness.
[ hobbies ] : Writing about cats. Swearing in children's comedy literature. Wondering why a single cow in a herd looks at you.
[ what were you doing 15 mins ago ]: Yawning.
[ what are you wearing now ] : Jeans..Levi's top, boxers.
[ you drink ] : Yes.
[ you shy or outgoing ] : A fight between the two.
[ had fun this summer ]: Not at all.
[ feature you notice first ]: Eyes.
[ looks/personality ] : Both have a way of teaming up, I think.
[ piercings ] : None.
[ tan or fair ] : Very much porcelain. Some would say too pale.
[ age difference limit ] : Never thought about it.
[ smart/dumb ] : Smart. But dumb in some ways.
[ funny/serious ]: It really depends on the context. It's hard to be funny at a chemical explosion.
[ m o r e a b o u t m e... ]
[ chocolate milk, or hot chocolate ] : Chocolate milk
[ mcdonalds or burger king ] : I hate them both with a passion usually only reserved for hubcaps in the road and spiders. I suppose Burger King's are slightly less impure mashed beef than the other.
[ coke or pepsi ] : Whatever the fuck.
[ would you wanna marry your best friend, or the perfect lover ] : I think she could well be both.
[ tea/coffee/cappuccino ] : Tea
[ cats or dogs ] : Cats
[ milk, dark, or white chocolate? ] : White.
[ sunny or rainy ] : Rainy.
[ summer/spring ] : Get out. Autumn.
[ vanilla or chocolate ] : Chocolate
[ biking or blading ] : Both involve exertions to which I am not endeared.
[ cereal or toast ] : Cereal
[ fav. genre of music ] : Soul
[ bunk or water bed ] : I've not thought about it. A water bunk.
[ r e l a t i o n s... ]
[ Best friend(s) ] : Stoney, Bolby, Stu.
[ Friends that you look like ] : I don't.
[ Who you go to for advice the most ] : I don't know. Sometimes my best advice is my own.
[ should talk to more ] : Mel, I suppose.
[ skinniest ] : Vince.
[ loudest ] : Stoney, at his best.
[ craziest ] : Er....Stoney.
[ funniest ] : Bolby and Stoney have equal footing.
[ nicest ] : Suzy
[ shortest ] : Zoe, when I knew her.
[ tallest ] : Graham I think.
[ changed your life the most ] : She is in the process of doing so. She knows. And will smile and prod her cat's ears.
[ f a v e s...]
[ color ] : Black.
[ movie ] : Alien.
[ subject ] : English
[ ocean or pool ] : Ocean
[ laugh or cry ] : Both.
[ silver or gold ] : Silver
[ diamonds or pearls ] : Pearls.
[ sunset or sunrise ] : Sunset
[ showers or baths ] : Showers
[ food ] : Chicken.
[ snack ]: Pasta things.
[ card game ] : Death Poker.
[ all-time song ] : "Let's Stay Together" Al Green.
[ current song ] : "Rock Back Inside My Heart" - Julee Cruise.
[ rap song ] : Nothing recent. I do quite like the Mobb Deep remix I did for Daniel's cd.
[ holiday ] : Wherever there is atmosphere to warm the heart. Or Final Fucking Fantasy Land...which doesn't exist.
[ movie star ] : Bobby D. Geoffrey Rush is good. Kate Winslet is also. And I like Johnny Depp.
[ magazine ] : In it's golden age...Pc Zone. When Duncan Mcdonald and Charlie Brooker were mainstays.
[ tv show ] : Twin Peaks...god rest it's soul.
[ Disney character ] : I want to slam them all into that dip out of "Who Framed Roger Rabbit"
[ animal ] : Cat.
[ drink ] : Guiness
[ cologne ]: Lauder's Beyond Paradise. Nothing to compare to, though.
[ perfume ] : Don't know. I guess i'll find out.
[ brand of sneaker ] : Don't care. Brands are for cunts.
[ activity ] : Writing my journal, silly. It's my hobby, clearly.
[ fruit ] : Bananas
[ juice ] : Pineapple.
[ d o y o u ...? ]
[ do you like school ] : I didn't like it, operative word being "didn't"
[ do you like to talk on the phone ] : Depends who it is.
[ do you have your own phone line ] : Not myself, no. I have a phone, but it's a horrid little plastic waste of time.
[ do you like to dance ] : Depends who it's with. If alone, then I can wiggle my arse quite suggestively.
[ l a s t t i m e y o u ... ]
[ last time u showered ]: Last night.
[ went running] : Can't remember.
[ worked out ] : Yesterday.
[ danced like a frickin idiot ] : All the time.
[ went to a movie ] :December 2003.
[ talked on the phone ] : Again, I cannot recall.
[ wished u were sumbody else ] : Never, seriously.
[ r a n d o m... ]
[ where would you love to travel to? ] : Right now, very fucking specifically, Delaware.
[ whats ur middle name? ] : Alan.
[ is ur hair color natural? ]: Yes.
[ do u have a cell phone? ] : Yes.
[ whats ur online screen name ] : Zoo3ropa
[ what do u want to do with your life? ] : Bottle it into happiness.
[ last time u went bowling ] : I've never been bowling.
[ are u any good at bowling ] : I don't know! I'd just throw the ball! And sit down on that seat and look at numbers, wishing everybody was dead.
[ last time u went to the doctor ] : Last year.
[ do u have a credit card ] : No.
[ do u consider urself a "nice" person ] : Very.
[ last book ] : Wuthering Heights.
[ are u stressed out? ] : Always.
[ do u believe in angels? ] : In some earthly ways, yes.
[ what are u driving now? ] : Myself up the wall with my own fucking yawns.
[ do u think ur spoiled? ] : No.
[ do u like mustard? ] : In it's place, yes.
[ ketchup? ] : I coat my bitch chips in it at the Bell. Get those slags in the red. Knock the bastards back with crimson juice.
[ mayo? ] : Yes.
[ have u seen the exorcist? ] : Nope.
[ how bout dumb & dumber? ] : Yes.
[ ever been skydiving? ] : No.
[ number of piercings ] : None.
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| Yeah, you know it's you. |
[27 Nov 2004|09:56am] |
Your e-mail today was a delight. And I cherished it. I shall continue to do so all day, and it will warm my heart even during my fiercest stress at work.
Thanks..
xxxx
Okay, everybody now..i'm outta here. Quick nap. Then a hateful day of work. I shall return in the post noon sometime, cheery and full of fun. Either that or i'll be eating rolls and scowling. I will find solace here though.
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| I hate Showbiz. |
[27 Nov 2004|10:45am] |
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[27 Nov 2004|11:21am] |
You've no fucking idea how annoying it was making that background....the amount of resizing, cutting, pasting, swearing.
Right, that's enough. I'm outta here.
See you lot later.
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[27 Nov 2004|06:26pm] |
Work was worse than Thursday and Friday combined. A wretched, disorganised mess of washing up, dirty floors, and awful, dragged out cleaning at the end. I almost lost my fucking rag towards the end, feeling useless as I struggled to get out on time. I truly HATE work at the moment.
Got home and waited to get online and speak to Beanie...meanwhile grumpily making and eating rolls, dragging off my fucking damp clothes, showering, and trying to dry my wear to go to work later.
So, a rather horrible day so far. However..she's making it all better. Much.
That's it for now, then. I'll wish you all good evening. Straight out to perform more seal tricks with plates...and even more fucking people.
Goodnight.
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