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[17 Apr 2008|12:41am] |
It is with this hastened pace,
that I desire the dawn,
this sweet end,
that it is with swimming head,
and hungover heart,
I find myself scratching,
like a cat at your door,
turning to moonstone,
blossom trampled on,
by cut feet,
and hardened skin,
and it is with pure thought,
and heightened delights,
that I lay my everything,
in your eyesight,
that I allow myself,
to be buried under your doorstep,
like a timepiece,
a clock that never ticks,
a beat that never stops
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[17 Apr 2008|01:28am] |
Actually, that didn't turn out too bad. I think I quite like that video. It if anything shows me at exactly my most purest and honest. As a human being. I know I don't appear like that normally, what with these futuristic intranetz words and all.
But that's me. A little tired, and a little buzzed, but me.
Thanks, then. Same time tomorrow, yes?
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[17 Apr 2008|10:58am] |
Lovely Leona Lewis this week becomes the first British female to debut at number one in the American lp 200. The next big English invasion will be...me! In September. Well, it's more of a holiday, really.
I need the adventure, too. Because being here is sending me nuts. If Minster was somewhere viewed entirely on it's ashthetics, it would be fine. There are birds singing, leaves gently lilt in the breeze, and colours throw up a canvas of pleasure for the eyes. Sadly, having lived here I can tell you that this drapery is not enough to disguise her inner flaws.
Anyway, it's OAP Thursday, and it's going to suck.
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[17 Apr 2008|11:13am] |
"I'm in twelve angry men! I'm not angry, i'm horny. That's much nicer!"
Quote of the day from Peep Show.
On NBC news (They show it on BBC News 24) there is a reporter called Natalie Morales. I wondered what it would be like if I fucked her. Only because if I did, would I say things like "Morale is good at the moment, real good", or "Morale is going down at the moment" during sex.
No. No I wouldn't. Look, here she is!
She could improve my morale in the morning, I can tell you. Get your morale up my fucking fencepost, you news wench!
Oh dear, I think i'm as horny as Jez from Peep Show. Sorry everybody!
Okay, as you fucking were.
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[17 Apr 2008|03:39pm] |
Status quo is maintained, my life is toil and drudge, as usual. Work, is as ever as enjoyable as a camping trip with the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond.
Sigh. I cannot wait until May. A precious week off. Might take myself somewhere. Or get someone to go on the ferry with. Anybody want to go on a ferry next month? It's well good.
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