1)
my first works christmas do without the demon drink has come and gone. never before have i had the opportunity to observe other people drunk whilst remaining stone cold sober.
drunk people can be scary. especially ones who spend the entire night chasing after you saying the same thing over and over again about starting a band and then getting too close for comfort in a 'yr face is quite near mine, you are a very good friend but i don't want yr babies' way. it kinda boxes you in a corner which is very difficult to get out of. i wanted to talk to lots of people about lots of things and have fun, but it was difficult. i hate those situations. grr.
i am truly sorry to anyone that may have come across me while i have been drunk. it shall never, ever, happen again.
2)
on wednesday, the good lady and i celebrate our seven month anniversary. i am working until 10pm. this sucks "major league", as they say. but the engagement ring has finally come back from the jewellers (she has ridiculously child-size fingers) and it feels all proper and official and yay. seven is our special number, which may explain the fact that, after a few months full of what can only be termed on a public website as "turbulence", we appear to be very much in love, full of the joys of winter and fucking ecstatic to be with each other. currently, nothing else matters.
3)
my parents have just sent me some forms to sign so that, if they become senile or summat, i get power of attorney. this scares the living bejesus out of me. while i'm not particularly close to them at present, they made me cry when i read them. i'm getting old.
4)
i was entrusted with over twenty grand in cash when i closed the store tonight. empire records immediately sprung to mind. i don't, however, own a motorcycle.
my first works christmas do without the demon drink has come and gone. never before have i had the opportunity to observe other people drunk whilst remaining stone cold sober.
drunk people can be scary. especially ones who spend the entire night chasing after you saying the same thing over and over again about starting a band and then getting too close for comfort in a 'yr face is quite near mine, you are a very good friend but i don't want yr babies' way. it kinda boxes you in a corner which is very difficult to get out of. i wanted to talk to lots of people about lots of things and have fun, but it was difficult. i hate those situations. grr.
i am truly sorry to anyone that may have come across me while i have been drunk. it shall never, ever, happen again.
2)
on wednesday, the good lady and i celebrate our seven month anniversary. i am working until 10pm. this sucks "major league", as they say. but the engagement ring has finally come back from the jewellers (she has ridiculously child-size fingers) and it feels all proper and official and yay. seven is our special number, which may explain the fact that, after a few months full of what can only be termed on a public website as "turbulence", we appear to be very much in love, full of the joys of winter and fucking ecstatic to be with each other. currently, nothing else matters.
3)
my parents have just sent me some forms to sign so that, if they become senile or summat, i get power of attorney. this scares the living bejesus out of me. while i'm not particularly close to them at present, they made me cry when i read them. i'm getting old.
4)
i was entrusted with over twenty grand in cash when i closed the store tonight. empire records immediately sprung to mind. i don't, however, own a motorcycle.