fallen_seraph

So, life continues much as it always does with one exception- over the next couple of weeks I actually have stuff to _look forward to_. This is playing merry hell with my need to bemoan life in general, as one of the oft-used topics to whinge about is the total lack of interesting stuff happening.

's hard being a cynic, sometimes. ;-)

I have however fallen afoul of one of my more irritating faults-

I'm shit.

More specifically, I am shit insofar as I am _totally_ incapable of not double-booking various arrangements for the same night. For example, the weekend of the 7th, I was rather looking forward to a visit from Sally, Jez and others. The idea was they were gonna come up for Jillys, the Manc Vampire game and much socialising. What sucks big monkey ass is the fact that I had already made plans for that weekend and forgotten all about it, having done so some months back. To be fair, the plans in question (Piss and Wednesday's housewarming) I am very much looking forward to, it's just bum that it all falls on the same weekend. Though this may be mitigated by going to Jilly's with the visitors on the friday, then to the party on saturday / sunday.

Another example of my epic rating on the "Shit-o-meter" is that next friday (30th) I had invited Asha out for sushi for her birthday, as I was shit (again) and couldn't make her party. Unfortunately, I recalled that this was the same evening of Craig's (a mate from work) leaving do.

Arse, says me.

So, the plan for that day is- Afternoon, take Asha for sushi. Then, off to Craig's do for the obligatory few hours. Would normally only put in a token appearance but I actually quite like the guy so will stay for a little longer. Then, back to jilly's to meet with friends and dance like a fool, as per the norm.

And, Asha is my new hero (having temporarily replaced Puss-in-Boots) as she's got me on the guest list for Breed 77's gig at the academy next week! Rock! *does silly Devil Horns thing with hands*

Housemate Chris is back off holiday this week (having whisked away on a trip to Italy by his boyfriend. Git) so will be weird having people around again. I kinda got used to living on my own, reminded me of living in stoke. Though, sadly, his absence _was actually_ noted by me so be good to see him. Besides, we haven't been out for his 30th (OLD BASTARD!) birthday yet, so will probably be squeezing that in on the 31st. Amusingly, am working that weekend.

Buggery-bum-farty-arse, says me.

Anyways, that's it. Can't really moan about not having much to do over the coming weeks, so will settle for whining about my genetic code preventing me from doing anything of use in regards to being ginger...