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it was 11.05am, i should have been at work 5minutes ago and i was being forced away from the sweet sweet embrace of unconciousness by the slight noise of the fire alarm going off... it had already been doing this for over an hour.. and would contunie for the 35more minutes i pressed snooze for, with only a brief respite of 7minutes during which i mananaged to dream of cheese, it wasn't the most memorble of dreams, or even the most interesting of topics, but dammit i had a deep attachment to every second of it before
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of course if we lived in a world that actually worked the first sign of this noise would have inspired myself and everyone else in the apartment block to walk briskly but calmly into the car park wearing only what they happened to have on... which would have admittedly been cold.. but most something of a treat... obviously though this didn't happen, as our world is broken, the alarm was uniformly ignored and we all just lay around muttering under our breath vague threats against unclear authority figures and then went to work tired
the rest of the day passed in the way in which we are all accustomed, waiting for something to beep, swearing, then doing whatever needs to be done to stop it beeping
until the wonderous fates looked down upons me briefly but kindly with the most wonderful of natures miracles.. unexpected, unseen, simpsons. i nearly wept.
now we have reached that 8pm precipice where a free night hangs before us and the daily decision must be made.. roper, or internet?
answers on a postcard
Monday, 4 December 2006
Saturday, 2 December 2006
May be second best but life is never fair.
because you're all just gasping to know.. i went and got the tree, and some lights, i didn't even mention it to my little brother who lives in my flat rent free, never mind re-launching the debate... that's just the kind of guy i am, impulsive, commanding, a veritable golden god! send me to iraq, i'll have everyone christmas tree'd up within a week, whether they like it or not, and they will be happy.. truly happy
the micro-world in which i inhabit is a tense one at present, the bigger picture is probably also tense, it usually is, but newspapers angry up the blood aand the news on tv clashes with simpsons, so it's a distinct possibility that everything outside my line of vision was reduced to nuclear oblivion months ago.. the only evidence i have to the contrary is the people around the world that still seem to inhabit cyberspace, though having said that, they seem to be largely candias, and, let's face it, when the world does finally take it's rightful place as atomic dust, the only way that anyones gonna blast canada is if they were aiming for the US and missed... or more likely, that the US were aiming for pretty much anywhere but in their sweaty palmed eagerness to push the button forgot to re-target the missiles from that time they were having that drunking joke at the office party
but erm.. yeah, everyone seems kind of tense around here, distracted tense, obviously the impending days of good will to all and of course, seeing your relatives, is enough to give the best of us the mental equivalent of piles, but it seems a little worse right now.. i guess the idea that if you don't find the perfect present for your current regular naked chum will look at you like you are hitlers ugly sibling and run off with that funny looking kid who sweats a lot, causes a little brain badding, but i it would be really nice to walk into a room, which contains other people, just once this week and not get the overwhelming urge that most of them are just looking for an excuse to smack you in the nadgers simply to release some of the feelings inside them they don't understand... it's like the whole world is going through pubert again
single people seem to be the worst, of course, single people are always the worst, because they are not complete and balanced like what couples are, couples who exude nothing but warmth and happiness and make everyone around them feel like bunny rabbits are dancing in their heart, let's take aa moment to think about how wonderful couples are
...
but yeah, single people, it's like the 24th december holds up the great big red shining deadline that says.. if you are still single by this day.. you have failed this year and will have to repeat it, and of course all year you'll feel like a fool because everyone else in the year is younger than you, and when they look at you the respect:pity balance will be tipping into the less ego boosting zone, so of course all the single people go out every single night in the hope that the vodka soaked rooms they've inhabited all year have presently become vending machines of mr/miss rights where they will meet the the yin to their yang and spend the rest of days curled up in front of fires on deep rugs feeding each other cherries and talking about how they will soon open up a sweetshop in a little village just outside smiletown and sell candy hearts to the other couples who live close by causeing the sky above their houses to constantly light up with a pastel shaded rainbow
of course all that is really acheived is that these places are filled with dark airs of desperation and fear... and of course their natural partners paranoia, insecurity and distrust.. all of which make for fun fun and a bit more fun
FUCKING BLOC PARTY! if i ever meet them i'm gonna smack them in both ears with a fucking cuckoo and ask them how they like having their ear drum assaulted without warning. recording your album at a higher volume that everyone else.. kids today have no respect.
x
the micro-world in which i inhabit is a tense one at present, the bigger picture is probably also tense, it usually is, but newspapers angry up the blood aand the news on tv clashes with simpsons, so it's a distinct possibility that everything outside my line of vision was reduced to nuclear oblivion months ago.. the only evidence i have to the contrary is the people around the world that still seem to inhabit cyberspace, though having said that, they seem to be largely candias, and, let's face it, when the world does finally take it's rightful place as atomic dust, the only way that anyones gonna blast canada is if they were aiming for the US and missed... or more likely, that the US were aiming for pretty much anywhere but in their sweaty palmed eagerness to push the button forgot to re-target the missiles from that time they were having that drunking joke at the office party
but erm.. yeah, everyone seems kind of tense around here, distracted tense, obviously the impending days of good will to all and of course, seeing your relatives, is enough to give the best of us the mental equivalent of piles, but it seems a little worse right now.. i guess the idea that if you don't find the perfect present for your current regular naked chum will look at you like you are hitlers ugly sibling and run off with that funny looking kid who sweats a lot, causes a little brain badding, but i it would be really nice to walk into a room, which contains other people, just once this week and not get the overwhelming urge that most of them are just looking for an excuse to smack you in the nadgers simply to release some of the feelings inside them they don't understand... it's like the whole world is going through pubert again
single people seem to be the worst, of course, single people are always the worst, because they are not complete and balanced like what couples are, couples who exude nothing but warmth and happiness and make everyone around them feel like bunny rabbits are dancing in their heart, let's take aa moment to think about how wonderful couples are
...
but yeah, single people, it's like the 24th december holds up the great big red shining deadline that says.. if you are still single by this day.. you have failed this year and will have to repeat it, and of course all year you'll feel like a fool because everyone else in the year is younger than you, and when they look at you the respect:pity balance will be tipping into the less ego boosting zone, so of course all the single people go out every single night in the hope that the vodka soaked rooms they've inhabited all year have presently become vending machines of mr/miss rights where they will meet the the yin to their yang and spend the rest of days curled up in front of fires on deep rugs feeding each other cherries and talking about how they will soon open up a sweetshop in a little village just outside smiletown and sell candy hearts to the other couples who live close by causeing the sky above their houses to constantly light up with a pastel shaded rainbow
of course all that is really acheived is that these places are filled with dark airs of desperation and fear... and of course their natural partners paranoia, insecurity and distrust.. all of which make for fun fun and a bit more fun
FUCKING BLOC PARTY! if i ever meet them i'm gonna smack them in both ears with a fucking cuckoo and ask them how they like having their ear drum assaulted without warning. recording your album at a higher volume that everyone else.. kids today have no respect.
x
Friday, 1 December 2006
We expected great things from you.
it's been ages since i blogged, i honestly thought i had, but i've been doing that thing a lot recently where you're not quite sure which things have happened in real life and which were dreams, it makes life confusing, especially considering i've also been doing that thing a lot where your dreams are filled with fantastic terrors, you know, the ones where you wake up suddenly to find your body shaking a little and the overwhelming sense that you're not quite as alone as you should be [of course that could be the whispering ghost].. but anyway, the two things mix a little unfortunately when you catch yourself pausing mid-dunk of biscuit in tea gripped with the horrific recollection of murdering a 14th century baker, or having a machismo driven one up-up-man-ship session with jack that led to you both cutting out your own livers to prove how much of a man you are. Of course a glance around the room is enough to remind you that you are neither in the 14th century, or sawyer from lost, and the only real tragedy is that you now have soggy biscuit floating in your tea.. which IS a tragedy, the adult equivelent of a child dropping his ice-cream on the floor, and one that has been known to cause tears on many occasions
so i'm writing, as blogs are often written, while i wait for a hangover to subside and hope that i didn't offend or upset a friend with irresponsible words, or worse, make myself known as more of a tit than i would normally deem acceptable titdom. i understand i'm hoping against hope, as i've met me when i'm drunk, and i really am an unquestionable pillock.. which i'm not over the moon about, but i'm willing to live with, as underneath it all pretty much every living soul in the world has the capacity to be a proper pillock, and celebrates this capacity on regular enough occasions.. whether they've spent the evening poisoning themselves or not.. and at least it's better than the old school drunkeness that invariably led to tears and on one occasion a 20minute session interogating a friend aas to why they weren't crying? they said they had no reason to cry and this didn't make any sense at all in my head.. turns out i was crying because Halloween H20 had the wrong girl from Dawsons Creek in it on that occasion.. see, there is always a reason to cry
though i haven't cried whilst drunk for many moon, i fear this means i've become a *shudder* happier individual.. the very thought brings a fear to my soul.. happy? no, i'm neither simple or senile, i think it's just that my insides have stopped producing fuid.. i can't be sick either.. which is a concern
anyway this isn't medical monthly so maybe we should move on
hair straighteners are impossible to use on yourself... impossible
well done for reading this far.. but seriously.. why?
seen as you got here though, you can help me settle an argument with my brother.. we're getting a christmas tree for the flat, it's the first time i've had one in years, partly because the first time i got a christmas tree for my own flat was with a friend who's far away now and i fear seeing one everyday might make me a little sad, but mostly because the last time i got one i discovered it actually impossible to get pine needles out of certain types of carpet and i couldn't walk round in barefeet again till i moved out of the flat, and the landlord had to replace all the carpets on the stairs, yet never mentioned it to me, which is shocking considering the very obvious trail of needles to my flat door.. he was a nice man.
anyway.. yeah... my brother insists that a tree should not be purchased, ereceted and applied with decor until "mid-december", but i figure it's fine to get one now.. the christmas lights are up, the shops are staying open late and i fully expect my mother will be blessing me with a chocolate filled advent calender the next time i see her as she allows me so kindly to cling to that last vestige* of childhood.. so, it's ok yeah? yeah?
thankyou, come again!
*i have no idea what the word vestige means... none at all
so i'm writing, as blogs are often written, while i wait for a hangover to subside and hope that i didn't offend or upset a friend with irresponsible words, or worse, make myself known as more of a tit than i would normally deem acceptable titdom. i understand i'm hoping against hope, as i've met me when i'm drunk, and i really am an unquestionable pillock.. which i'm not over the moon about, but i'm willing to live with, as underneath it all pretty much every living soul in the world has the capacity to be a proper pillock, and celebrates this capacity on regular enough occasions.. whether they've spent the evening poisoning themselves or not.. and at least it's better than the old school drunkeness that invariably led to tears and on one occasion a 20minute session interogating a friend aas to why they weren't crying? they said they had no reason to cry and this didn't make any sense at all in my head.. turns out i was crying because Halloween H20 had the wrong girl from Dawsons Creek in it on that occasion.. see, there is always a reason to cry
though i haven't cried whilst drunk for many moon, i fear this means i've become a *shudder* happier individual.. the very thought brings a fear to my soul.. happy? no, i'm neither simple or senile, i think it's just that my insides have stopped producing fuid.. i can't be sick either.. which is a concern
anyway this isn't medical monthly so maybe we should move on
hair straighteners are impossible to use on yourself... impossible
well done for reading this far.. but seriously.. why?
seen as you got here though, you can help me settle an argument with my brother.. we're getting a christmas tree for the flat, it's the first time i've had one in years, partly because the first time i got a christmas tree for my own flat was with a friend who's far away now and i fear seeing one everyday might make me a little sad, but mostly because the last time i got one i discovered it actually impossible to get pine needles out of certain types of carpet and i couldn't walk round in barefeet again till i moved out of the flat, and the landlord had to replace all the carpets on the stairs, yet never mentioned it to me, which is shocking considering the very obvious trail of needles to my flat door.. he was a nice man.
anyway.. yeah... my brother insists that a tree should not be purchased, ereceted and applied with decor until "mid-december", but i figure it's fine to get one now.. the christmas lights are up, the shops are staying open late and i fully expect my mother will be blessing me with a chocolate filled advent calender the next time i see her as she allows me so kindly to cling to that last vestige* of childhood.. so, it's ok yeah? yeah?
thankyou, come again!
*i have no idea what the word vestige means... none at all
Tuesday, 28 November 2006
Bump
So I do what I planned and I go to the random word generator and challenge myself to write something not entirely sleep inducing about whatever word it spits out. Maybe i’ll have to write about some form of food, or an activity that i’ve done in the past, maybe i’ll really luck out and get a big topic that i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about, like love, or hope, or even bridges.
’Bump.
There it is, the minute the page loads up, ‘Bump’.
Right. Well..erm.. yeah.
Now for some reason all that settles into mind is Mr Bump, a childhood favourite for me as I recall, after Mr Tickle of course, who could get his own breakfast in bed. Maybe it was in the tale of this little blue bandaged sphere that I found the kindling for my great love of schadenfruede. Who can’t be entertained by what is essentially a fat, smurf that walks into things and falls down holes. It’s the learning to read equivalent of watching a toddler drop his ice cream on the floor. Then of course the whole thing goes all Taoist on our backsides when the clumsy critter takes decides to work with, rather than struggle against, his disability, and of course now we’re in the 21st century we can recognise his tendency towards accidental injury as a disability, when back in the 20th century he would simply have been thought of as somewhere between unlucky and foolish. In fact if we think about it nowadays he would be viewed, depending on which newspaper you read, either as somebody with an unfortunate condition that should be understood, treated, and used as an excuse for not doing so well in his GCSEs or as a con man of the highest order with Legal Vultures 4 U on speed dial.
Wait, I did a tangent. Yeah our beach ball shaped chum goes and gets himself a job walking into trees in an orchard and causing the apples to fall down. Now you can call me a monster of you like and set the Society for the Patronisation of Clumsy People on me, but I can’t for the life of me think of a better job than as Security Camera Operator at that orchard. Watching Bumpy go about his daily business, tottering into a tree, falling back on his bum rubbing his forehead as the apple smacks him on the bonce.
I’d never be late for work.
Monday, 20 November 2006
In a week, the world can change
every have one of those days where no matter how hard you dig, you just can't find the enthusiasm for, well.. anything? you know it's the massive perpetual 'to do' list that's causing your head to feel like it's been filled with meringue [and i aways imagine it being squirted from a can through you ear like shaving foam and then solidifying when as it oxydises [i'm sure builders use a similiar product for filling gaps.. insulation like?], anyway.. yeah.. you know it's the list of tasks to complete that's causing the temporary dip from general day to day woe to something more pungent, and you know the best way to fix it is to stop being such a wallowing twat and start ticking off those responsibilities till you're free as lottery winner and thinking straight again.... but really, that all seems like way too much effort, so you take the first opportunity to sit yourself infront of a tv with sugary and salty snacks and a cuppa and close off access to 88% of you're faculties for a while, you feel better but you've really just put it off till the next day
well do you?
there's something else though... jobs, tasks, projects, orderes.. they're all help pass the ticking moments before the fates finally release us onto the steady path to being completely and utterly forgotten.. but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to have one that's completion and reletive success isn't judged by a number
i think i've got one, but it's gonna take some incredible self restraint, and i might become a little dull, and i think people will become incredibly suspicious, but, just as an experiment.. i'm going to try this 'being nice to people' thing that everyone raves about.... i tried it once before, for an evening... this time i'm going for the week
it's a long time since i said anything nice... wish me luck
well do you?
there's something else though... jobs, tasks, projects, orderes.. they're all help pass the ticking moments before the fates finally release us onto the steady path to being completely and utterly forgotten.. but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to have one that's completion and reletive success isn't judged by a number
i think i've got one, but it's gonna take some incredible self restraint, and i might become a little dull, and i think people will become incredibly suspicious, but, just as an experiment.. i'm going to try this 'being nice to people' thing that everyone raves about.... i tried it once before, for an evening... this time i'm going for the week
it's a long time since i said anything nice... wish me luck
Sunday, 19 November 2006
sometimesitsbetternottostickbitsofeachotherineachotherforeachother
i was awoken a couple of mornings ago by somebody whisper-shouting [you know exactly what i mean, don't play stupid] my name
which considering i was completely alone in a flat surrounded by over a foot of concrete on all sides and double glazed windows..
..quite freaked me out
of course, i went back to sleep for about 4 hours.. why live in the world when you can live in your head etc.. but still, a bit freaky
i've just finished watching the 1st series of lost, but i'm not gonna talk about the programme, because there's little more boring that other peoples tv activities, apart from other peoples emotions of course... but yeah anyway, it got me thinking about the tv series as an artform, or not even that, just as a task... from my limited understanding of any worthwhile art/media/entertainment.. one of the few foundation factors which make it 'good' are that every part of the piece has been thought through and specifically chosen.. nothing is happenstance.. for instance in a painting not only has the subject and it's intended meanings been thought of, but each colour and shade has been picked consciously, the style, type of paint, brush strokes.. etc etc.. it's all deliberate. same with a song, not just the music itself, but the sounds of the individual instruments, the style of performance, the words, blah blah blah... the creator of the piece , or creators, have managed developed a complete article of which every part was deliberate and under their control
now without undermining the talents involved in artforms like painting, music, photography, sculpture etc etc... controlling the whole of any of these can't be anywhere as difficult as controlling moving pictures with sound... film/tv.. where each frame needs to be as thought out as if it was a single photograph, and on top of that music must be added, continuity needs taking care of as well as the massive human resource tasks of dealing with actors and crew... then add time, technical and financial constraints and i still struggle to believe it's possible to make a feature film which isn't flooded with basic flaws
now turn that into a tv series like lost, or alias, or 24, which develops over not a few hours but dozens, created and filmed over years, when the every moment of the story had to be completely developed in advance
it's just mental
that's all i was thinking really
i've had my tea and i'm still hungry.. stupid healthy eating [no. i'm not on a diet, as i'm neither a girl nor an idiot, i just thought it was time i ate something green]
i fear i'm wasting the autumn by being indoors too often
x
which considering i was completely alone in a flat surrounded by over a foot of concrete on all sides and double glazed windows..
..quite freaked me out
of course, i went back to sleep for about 4 hours.. why live in the world when you can live in your head etc.. but still, a bit freaky
i've just finished watching the 1st series of lost, but i'm not gonna talk about the programme, because there's little more boring that other peoples tv activities, apart from other peoples emotions of course... but yeah anyway, it got me thinking about the tv series as an artform, or not even that, just as a task... from my limited understanding of any worthwhile art/media/entertainment.. one of the few foundation factors which make it 'good' are that every part of the piece has been thought through and specifically chosen.. nothing is happenstance.. for instance in a painting not only has the subject and it's intended meanings been thought of, but each colour and shade has been picked consciously, the style, type of paint, brush strokes.. etc etc.. it's all deliberate. same with a song, not just the music itself, but the sounds of the individual instruments, the style of performance, the words, blah blah blah... the creator of the piece , or creators, have managed developed a complete article of which every part was deliberate and under their control
now without undermining the talents involved in artforms like painting, music, photography, sculpture etc etc... controlling the whole of any of these can't be anywhere as difficult as controlling moving pictures with sound... film/tv.. where each frame needs to be as thought out as if it was a single photograph, and on top of that music must be added, continuity needs taking care of as well as the massive human resource tasks of dealing with actors and crew... then add time, technical and financial constraints and i still struggle to believe it's possible to make a feature film which isn't flooded with basic flaws
now turn that into a tv series like lost, or alias, or 24, which develops over not a few hours but dozens, created and filmed over years, when the every moment of the story had to be completely developed in advance
it's just mental
that's all i was thinking really
i've had my tea and i'm still hungry.. stupid healthy eating [no. i'm not on a diet, as i'm neither a girl nor an idiot, i just thought it was time i ate something green]
i fear i'm wasting the autumn by being indoors too often
x
Thursday, 16 November 2006
Your face or mine?
why must we be forced to suffer these embarrassing school boys who in real life couldn..t get a laugh in a room full of cider filled 14 year olds? I..m watching never mind the buzzcocks, now this has never been a piece of priceless programming but at least under mark lemar it wasn..t uncomfortable to watch.. who..s this new kid? You can see the embarrassment on the face of the captains and contestants as he spouts is pre-teen cringeworthy bottom vomit. He..s almost as bad as that topman indie boy prick that channel 4 seem to think was worth a job on big brother and worse, presenting some big deal show [probably awards]
I use these brackeds [] by the way, not because I don..t understand life but because my NINE key is broken, if I want to print the numeral between 8 and 10 I have to find it written down and copy and paste.. it..s a ball ache
But yeah, these twelth rate ..comedic presenters.. who gave them jobs in the first place, worst still, who keeps giving them jobs.. I mean for heavens sake.. jimmy carr exists.. . ah jimmy.. how I wish they..d bring back ..your face or mine.., even more so how I wish they..d franchise it to the student unions so I can go see a bunch of hormone driven mentally undeveloped couples ripped apart live every week [actually.. that righting you just read.. that..s me copywriting that idea.. I..ll be ringing the union tomorrow! Oh jesus, I think I..ve found my destiny. There really has never been a more glorious invention.. dear boy, here is your current girfriend.. here is your ex.. for £300 who do you think the audience has voted as prettiest.. and for another £300, your girlfriend, or her best friend? I nearly cried with glee every single show.. absolutely mindblowing genius! I..ve got goosebumps a little just thinking about it.. or is it because I left the windows open? I guess we..ll never know, one of life..s great mysteries
The police helicopter is outside again, I..m beginning to think they just like to look at me in my shorts. Cos really, if you stole a car you wouldn..t want to be driving it round here.. the programming of the traffic lights is awful.. you..d be caught in no time.. though it would be a comedy chase, with chaser and chasee getting stopped at separate lights, driving round in circles always in sight but never quite able to be together.. like those old comedy sketches with a bunch of doors that people keep popping in and out of.. you know the ones
Oh lord beyonce..s reading of the idiot boards is awful, and she don..t even got boobs, awards shows have really gone downhill since I were a kid
Todays been a strange day, another cold crisp winters day, when all I really wanted to do was walk around, either with headphones on or with someone fun, enjoying being outside, people watching, taking in the scenary, getting slightly covered in that really light rain. But I haven..t, and I can..t really put my finger on why, I had the freedom to do it.. tis the price of laziness I guess
Oh.. I found out you can go skiing, on mountains.. in SCOTLAND! 2 hours from Edinburgh.. if I wasn..t so woe I..d express joy at this, now there is a real holiday I want to go on.. 3 days skiing, 3 days in the edinburgh winter.. maybe through a couple of star27 gigs onto the end of it.. early 2007 is gonna see at least one week in paradise
We..re booked into London at the end of January too.. so there..s a weekend really exploring the capital on the cards, maybe even spending an evening with a best friend.. that time off I..ve been promising myself looks set to be gaining a purpose
It..s good to have things to look forward to, tomorrow is pretty scary when tomorrow looks set to be the same for as far ahead as you can see, I..ve been thinking a lot recently about the addiction of possibility.. how I, and many people I know, spend every night either out in pubs/clubs or logged on.. why.. because both those things give the possibility that within 5minutes almost anything can happen.. it won..t of course, we all know that life is just step after step of predictability and repetition which will slowly but surely destroy us all from the inside out.. but y..know, possibility.. it has quite a lure.
Myspace isn..t gonna let me post this now.. I sent a message earlier and it kept coming back with error messages, so I tried again and again.. turns out every single attempt was actually successful.. so some lucky person has the same message from me about 12 times
Ah well, was fun while it lasted
I use these brackeds [] by the way, not because I don..t understand life but because my NINE key is broken, if I want to print the numeral between 8 and 10 I have to find it written down and copy and paste.. it..s a ball ache
But yeah, these twelth rate ..comedic presenters.. who gave them jobs in the first place, worst still, who keeps giving them jobs.. I mean for heavens sake.. jimmy carr exists.. . ah jimmy.. how I wish they..d bring back ..your face or mine.., even more so how I wish they..d franchise it to the student unions so I can go see a bunch of hormone driven mentally undeveloped couples ripped apart live every week [actually.. that righting you just read.. that..s me copywriting that idea.. I..ll be ringing the union tomorrow! Oh jesus, I think I..ve found my destiny. There really has never been a more glorious invention.. dear boy, here is your current girfriend.. here is your ex.. for £300 who do you think the audience has voted as prettiest.. and for another £300, your girlfriend, or her best friend? I nearly cried with glee every single show.. absolutely mindblowing genius! I..ve got goosebumps a little just thinking about it.. or is it because I left the windows open? I guess we..ll never know, one of life..s great mysteries
The police helicopter is outside again, I..m beginning to think they just like to look at me in my shorts. Cos really, if you stole a car you wouldn..t want to be driving it round here.. the programming of the traffic lights is awful.. you..d be caught in no time.. though it would be a comedy chase, with chaser and chasee getting stopped at separate lights, driving round in circles always in sight but never quite able to be together.. like those old comedy sketches with a bunch of doors that people keep popping in and out of.. you know the ones
Oh lord beyonce..s reading of the idiot boards is awful, and she don..t even got boobs, awards shows have really gone downhill since I were a kid
Todays been a strange day, another cold crisp winters day, when all I really wanted to do was walk around, either with headphones on or with someone fun, enjoying being outside, people watching, taking in the scenary, getting slightly covered in that really light rain. But I haven..t, and I can..t really put my finger on why, I had the freedom to do it.. tis the price of laziness I guess
Oh.. I found out you can go skiing, on mountains.. in SCOTLAND! 2 hours from Edinburgh.. if I wasn..t so woe I..d express joy at this, now there is a real holiday I want to go on.. 3 days skiing, 3 days in the edinburgh winter.. maybe through a couple of star27 gigs onto the end of it.. early 2007 is gonna see at least one week in paradise
We..re booked into London at the end of January too.. so there..s a weekend really exploring the capital on the cards, maybe even spending an evening with a best friend.. that time off I..ve been promising myself looks set to be gaining a purpose
It..s good to have things to look forward to, tomorrow is pretty scary when tomorrow looks set to be the same for as far ahead as you can see, I..ve been thinking a lot recently about the addiction of possibility.. how I, and many people I know, spend every night either out in pubs/clubs or logged on.. why.. because both those things give the possibility that within 5minutes almost anything can happen.. it won..t of course, we all know that life is just step after step of predictability and repetition which will slowly but surely destroy us all from the inside out.. but y..know, possibility.. it has quite a lure.
Myspace isn..t gonna let me post this now.. I sent a message earlier and it kept coming back with error messages, so I tried again and again.. turns out every single attempt was actually successful.. so some lucky person has the same message from me about 12 times
Ah well, was fun while it lasted
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