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[05 May 2008|10:59am] |
I fear that today's Bank Holiday Monday will be one shift too far. I'm already weary. The only thing that keeps me from stoving my skull in with a brick is the thought that next week i'm finally off for a week. It's been far fucking too long.
This morning while procuring some toast I stood outside and watched a bird in the bird-bath outside. I like watching them, they're quite amusing. I did this, until a massive bee came looming into view, at which point I ran inside and closed the door. The bee only bloody came in the window, didn't it?
Sod. Luckily, it flew straight under a plate and stayed there.
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[05 May 2008|04:05pm] |
The Chair is broken. The slat at the back is coming out, meaning every time I lean back I put pressure on it. Only one of you knows why it is called the chair, and if that's you you'll likely have a swift chuckle. The Chair, at any rate, is dying.
Pahahah.
I'll have to get a new one. But i'll be keeping this one, for luck.
Bank Holiday is over, finally. Meaning, work. At last! Hallejiuah! Thank Christ! And other such euphoric exclamations.
Stuart (Bell Stuart, not Megaphonic) stag night next month. It's going to be the biggest night i've ever been on. As i'm the least geezerish of all the people I know, I shall be providing the poetic candour, I feel. Or I might encourage more drinking than is necessary, especially Stuart, who will be attached to something by the end of the night, be it a lampost or a bench. It is decreed. You know, seeing so many people pairing off while I stay on my Jack Jones has affected my mood recently. There is a tonic for that. Either I start going out to places outside Minster (Not currently viable while all my friends are saving up for weddings and so can't go with me, and I hate going on my own), or I forget about my miserable lack of a love life and plough myself into learning something new. They always say things happen when you least expect it, anyway. Back in September 2004, when I learned English, I swear my tutor wanted a piece of me. Of course, I didn't actually do it, because I had a spark happening online and that took precedence. Then, in December 2006, there was that nice Delphine who liked my hair, and cooed when I wrote things about Manga characters. Only difficulty was, she was seventeen, and was engaged. So no go there.
But things do happen for me, even if I don't initially pick up on them.
Later on, i'll be doing a video featuring a Gordon Ramsay impression. The greatest tv chef alive!
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[05 May 2008|07:16pm] |
"So, you haven't told me what you like doing in your spare time?"
"Oh..haven't I?"
"Heheh...no. How about I go fir..."
"WELL. I'll tell you what I like. I like sitting on the floor of a round pit, manipulating myself while a circle of dogs stare down into the pit at me".
"I'm leaving."
"But we haven't had fucking coffee yet!"
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