I'm alive!
Yes really. Been to New Orleans, found a new housemate, played copious amounts of Bully and, well, not much else really. Keep losing things. Important things. Think I'm losing my mind. Can't find my online banking details anywhere. Have to carry all my shit plus a laptop and projector to kent tomorrow. My God I hate Kent.
I loved New Orleans. Everyone was so nice there and it was so happy and musical and just everything that London isn't. Well fuck it. At least I got to sit next to a boring twat on the train today going on and on about her boyfriend on the phone to her mate. I hate people's dull conversations on public transport.
Going to an anti-folk festival on Friday night. Wish I could muster up the energy to look forward to it. Got a charity evening for VSO on Thursday but don't know if I'll feel up to it after my impending KENT experience.
The only place worse than London is Kent. Fact.
We've re-downloaded the entire 6 (or 7?) series of Oz so that we can rewatch them all in one sitting now that my darling Adebisi got prematurely killed in Lost.
My God I love Oz.
So the policeman came in to work and gave me a rape alarm. Then we got free smoothies. Since when did I start living in some kind of fucking free for all when people turn up at work and don't do work instead get drinks and rape alarms? Whatever happened to 9 to 5?
Anyway speaking of which, I don't think I'll watch Spooks again. I get seriously paranoid each time. Last night I dream that my Chief Executive was working for MI5 and came to rescue Adam who was holding people hostage. Etc etc.
This is why I don't write Blog entries.
My Descendent's Vans are the only trainers I own and the only piece of band merchandise I own. I am happy as Larry when I wear them.
I really don't want to go to Kent. The only place worse than Kent is East Croydon.
Anyway off to bed.
Yes really. Been to New Orleans, found a new housemate, played copious amounts of Bully and, well, not much else really. Keep losing things. Important things. Think I'm losing my mind. Can't find my online banking details anywhere. Have to carry all my shit plus a laptop and projector to kent tomorrow. My God I hate Kent.
I loved New Orleans. Everyone was so nice there and it was so happy and musical and just everything that London isn't. Well fuck it. At least I got to sit next to a boring twat on the train today going on and on about her boyfriend on the phone to her mate. I hate people's dull conversations on public transport.
Going to an anti-folk festival on Friday night. Wish I could muster up the energy to look forward to it. Got a charity evening for VSO on Thursday but don't know if I'll feel up to it after my impending KENT experience.
The only place worse than London is Kent. Fact.
We've re-downloaded the entire 6 (or 7?) series of Oz so that we can rewatch them all in one sitting now that my darling Adebisi got prematurely killed in Lost.
My God I love Oz.
So the policeman came in to work and gave me a rape alarm. Then we got free smoothies. Since when did I start living in some kind of fucking free for all when people turn up at work and don't do work instead get drinks and rape alarms? Whatever happened to 9 to 5?
Anyway speaking of which, I don't think I'll watch Spooks again. I get seriously paranoid each time. Last night I dream that my Chief Executive was working for MI5 and came to rescue Adam who was holding people hostage. Etc etc.
This is why I don't write Blog entries.
My Descendent's Vans are the only trainers I own and the only piece of band merchandise I own. I am happy as Larry when I wear them.
I really don't want to go to Kent. The only place worse than Kent is East Croydon.
Anyway off to bed.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
Yeah, Bully is all sorts of spiffy and we'll have to have another playdate too, perhaps once I've got Guitar Hero 2
blog entries that mention Descendents Vans are cool, and don;t let anyone tell you otherwise.