We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this special bulletin - my boobs
Comment on my set and tell Cherry what a cracking job she did
And now, back to our regular programming.
I just walked back across town at 1.30am, and everything was icy cold and clear, inky black and twinkly, so cold my breath froze into icicles the second I breathed out. It was really spooky, not a single car on the roads or a soul to be seen. My footsteps were echoing off the graffiti walls and deserted building sites silhouetted against the frozen sky. It was exactly how I picture the world to be mere seconds before something really fucking weird would happen, like a massive alien invasion. I kept peering into the dark expecting to see two midgets pushing a leper in a wheelbarrow appear around a corner, or a hearse driven by a top hatted moustachioed ringmaster crawl past.
They didn't. It was dull.
This week I have been mainly -
- Getting pissed off at shite bands at work. A ten piece all girl drumming band sounded promising. They were shit. I mean, you'd have thought that at least one of the requirements to be in a drumming band would be to be able to drum. And surely with ten of them in there, the odds were that at least one of them would have a sense of rhythm. Sadly disappointed. I have been consoling myself by eating my way through all the Cheese n Onion crisps and Twixes we have behind the bar. So this week I have been mainly gaining lots of weight. mmm...crisps.
- Doing a really pointless computer course. I spent an hour being taught to open and close and save Microsoft Word Documents. I wanted to cry. What sort of alabaster retard can't do that?
- Helping Nic and Traumatron move house. Also helping them eat curry and watch Jesus Christ Superstar and Labyrinth.
- Knitting old lady scarves for old ladies. One for my bat-shit crazy Nanny, one for her equally bat-shit mum (my great grandma) and one for the lady who gave me my knitting needles and got me started on this in the first place.
- Giggling at my myspace alter ego, pointed out to me by the beautiful Solaris. Click on "view more pics" or whatever it is, and there's me! (I don't even have a myspace, but apparently that's me "just after I got my nose did". Wonderful. Because we all know just how much I adore emo and music files on pages. Everyone go tell her how hot she is in that picture and ask what she was wearing. Then when me new set comes out, you can see if she's right! Edit - after a load of you left her messages, she's taken the picture down. Ah well, no more fun for me!
- Taking pictures of Brighton graffiti. Expect this to be a regular thing. This particular piece is on the side of the Prince Albert (harhar) and a while ago someone graffitied over it so they had gaping black bleeding eyeholes. I'm glad they got it done back over.
- Getting blown over by the wind, it's been bloody freezing and I'm only quite short and if I wear a long coat the wind kind of makes me into a sail and shoves me along the street. This picture was taken after I'd just got in and had a bright pink nose and looked all windswept, though looking at it now I can't honestly say I look any tidier than that the rest of the time. The council does my hair.
- Watching these films (either ones rented from Blockbuster, ones I've had for years and never bothered watching before, or old favourites)...
My favourite of these was definitely Battle Royale, my least favourite probably Mallrats (or Day of the Triffids - the book is one of my favourite books, the film is just really bad).
Edited to add this again because nobody bothered reading it last time except people already on my friends list: I keep getting loads of friend requests from people who have never spoken to me. I am not going to add you if you don't at least make some attempt to prove you're not a complete moron first. It's easier to keep track if you comment in my journal, I am disorganised and grumpy and trigger happy with the delete button if I don't recognise you.
Comment on my set and tell Cherry what a cracking job she did
And now, back to our regular programming.
I just walked back across town at 1.30am, and everything was icy cold and clear, inky black and twinkly, so cold my breath froze into icicles the second I breathed out. It was really spooky, not a single car on the roads or a soul to be seen. My footsteps were echoing off the graffiti walls and deserted building sites silhouetted against the frozen sky. It was exactly how I picture the world to be mere seconds before something really fucking weird would happen, like a massive alien invasion. I kept peering into the dark expecting to see two midgets pushing a leper in a wheelbarrow appear around a corner, or a hearse driven by a top hatted moustachioed ringmaster crawl past.
They didn't. It was dull.
This week I have been mainly -
- Getting pissed off at shite bands at work. A ten piece all girl drumming band sounded promising. They were shit. I mean, you'd have thought that at least one of the requirements to be in a drumming band would be to be able to drum. And surely with ten of them in there, the odds were that at least one of them would have a sense of rhythm. Sadly disappointed. I have been consoling myself by eating my way through all the Cheese n Onion crisps and Twixes we have behind the bar. So this week I have been mainly gaining lots of weight. mmm...crisps.
- Doing a really pointless computer course. I spent an hour being taught to open and close and save Microsoft Word Documents. I wanted to cry. What sort of alabaster retard can't do that?
- Helping Nic and Traumatron move house. Also helping them eat curry and watch Jesus Christ Superstar and Labyrinth.
- Knitting old lady scarves for old ladies. One for my bat-shit crazy Nanny, one for her equally bat-shit mum (my great grandma) and one for the lady who gave me my knitting needles and got me started on this in the first place.
- Giggling at my myspace alter ego, pointed out to me by the beautiful Solaris. Click on "view more pics" or whatever it is, and there's me! (I don't even have a myspace, but apparently that's me "just after I got my nose did". Wonderful. Because we all know just how much I adore emo and music files on pages. Everyone go tell her how hot she is in that picture and ask what she was wearing. Then when me new set comes out, you can see if she's right! Edit - after a load of you left her messages, she's taken the picture down. Ah well, no more fun for me!
- Taking pictures of Brighton graffiti. Expect this to be a regular thing. This particular piece is on the side of the Prince Albert (harhar) and a while ago someone graffitied over it so they had gaping black bleeding eyeholes. I'm glad they got it done back over.
- Getting blown over by the wind, it's been bloody freezing and I'm only quite short and if I wear a long coat the wind kind of makes me into a sail and shoves me along the street. This picture was taken after I'd just got in and had a bright pink nose and looked all windswept, though looking at it now I can't honestly say I look any tidier than that the rest of the time. The council does my hair.
- Watching these films (either ones rented from Blockbuster, ones I've had for years and never bothered watching before, or old favourites)...
My favourite of these was definitely Battle Royale, my least favourite probably Mallrats (or Day of the Triffids - the book is one of my favourite books, the film is just really bad).
Edited to add this again because nobody bothered reading it last time except people already on my friends list: I keep getting loads of friend requests from people who have never spoken to me. I am not going to add you if you don't at least make some attempt to prove you're not a complete moron first. It's easier to keep track if you comment in my journal, I am disorganised and grumpy and trigger happy with the delete button if I don't recognise you.
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i watched True Romance the other day, for the first time in ages - what a dude