Well, it's been a while since I've typed anything into here. Got a lot to say, done a lot of stuff...
I think I'll start this one with a picture:
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/TheBoyChris/2005_09_06%20The%20REAL%20End%20of%20Moorlane/IMG_1824.jpg
Apologies for the long URL there - Photobucket are really pissed at my naming conventions. The picture in question is part of a night I like to refer as 'The Real End to Moorlane' - We're moving house at last, and the house has diminished from a resounding 11 people to a miniscule 4. It's sad when your friends can't live together anymore, and it's sad when you have to tidy up when they're gone.
But hell, that's what fire is for, right?
We burned a lot junk and had one hell of a time doing it. I find it funny that even though they don't know it, my friends provided me with the last decent BBQ all year. Oh yes, we cooked food on this fire, and as the 6th dead vacuum cleaner disintergrated under the blaze of an Epson printer, we toasted to the friendship we'd been left with.
That was two weeks ago, and since my last entry a few of notible things have happened:
* I went to Creamfields and had my hat (feature in profile pic) robbed off me, and then consiquently got my kidneys punched whilst attempting to re-obtain it. The mob won...
* I ruined someone's life apparently - how pretentious/dramatic does that sound, heh.
* I went to London, spoke to a load of game developers at a conference and then got drunk in a hotel bar and chatted to a hooker for 2 hours. Unwittingly. And no I didn't.
* I join the ranks of people who made it past 21 years of age, and became 22.
* I also, on the same day, began throwing up and didn't stop for a good 36 hours. Yikes.
As always, there's more. If I updated this damn thing more often I wouldn't have to skim details either - I guess it's all about finding the time eh.
Oh - could someone let me know how to put images into these posts? That would be marvelous.
Chris
I think I'll start this one with a picture:
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/TheBoyChris/2005_09_06%20The%20REAL%20End%20of%20Moorlane/IMG_1824.jpg
Apologies for the long URL there - Photobucket are really pissed at my naming conventions. The picture in question is part of a night I like to refer as 'The Real End to Moorlane' - We're moving house at last, and the house has diminished from a resounding 11 people to a miniscule 4. It's sad when your friends can't live together anymore, and it's sad when you have to tidy up when they're gone.
But hell, that's what fire is for, right?
We burned a lot junk and had one hell of a time doing it. I find it funny that even though they don't know it, my friends provided me with the last decent BBQ all year. Oh yes, we cooked food on this fire, and as the 6th dead vacuum cleaner disintergrated under the blaze of an Epson printer, we toasted to the friendship we'd been left with.
That was two weeks ago, and since my last entry a few of notible things have happened:
* I went to Creamfields and had my hat (feature in profile pic) robbed off me, and then consiquently got my kidneys punched whilst attempting to re-obtain it. The mob won...
* I ruined someone's life apparently - how pretentious/dramatic does that sound, heh.
* I went to London, spoke to a load of game developers at a conference and then got drunk in a hotel bar and chatted to a hooker for 2 hours. Unwittingly. And no I didn't.
* I join the ranks of people who made it past 21 years of age, and became 22.
* I also, on the same day, began throwing up and didn't stop for a good 36 hours. Yikes.
As always, there's more. If I updated this damn thing more often I wouldn't have to skim details either - I guess it's all about finding the time eh.
Oh - could someone let me know how to put images into these posts? That would be marvelous.
Chris
burn incense
say prayer to the image monkeys
spill blood of three geese
press image against screen
masturbate furiously
smoke cigarette
cry
At least that's how I do it. Happy 22! Next time we're out, you're coming along wether you like it or not. The image monkeys demand it.