Hey everybody, I'm infested with scabes! Those bite-sized little bastards with their pointy teeth and wandering hands. I knew my skin was crawling but I didn't take it literally. They're feasting on my fingers and nibbling my toes. Ishk. So I've smeared this scabe-killing stuff over every pore, now I just have to wait for their little bodies to decompose and fall off with my dead skin. Sweet!
Well, my last journal went down like the Mary-Rose, didn't it? Honestly, I share with you a part of my world, my heart, my cognition, and I have never been so underwhelmed by the response. You are all a bunch of fucking philistines, and I won't let you forget it next time you're blogging about something dear to your heart.
There's some good literature been written in the last week. If I carry on like this, I'll have written a novel by New Year, and this isn't even the novel I was intending to write, so by summer I'll have written two! Wouldn't that be something? I don't think I will carry on like this, though. I've been going to work by day and writing by night, so last week I think I totalled 12 hours sleep between Monday and Friday, and now I feel a bit shit. A common cold to add to the leprosy I already had! I fear my illness may be mortal. Maybe I'm just bored to death, or dying of frustration. Such things have been known to happen to low-paid office workers.
The dudes and dudette in my houshold are already planning a party for 31st December. Not only is that New Year, it's also my birthday, so a party suits me just fine.
Are y'all doing this? You just have to write a blog of your day (today), and you've got until the end of the month to submit it. Today I went to work, discussed baking Halloween cakes, bitched a bit with my colleague about the women across the partition from us, fell asleep on the bus home, watched Futurama with my housemates, now having listened to highlights from my Billy Elliot CD (
) I'm typing this while listening to PJ Harvey.
What about you?
Well, my last journal went down like the Mary-Rose, didn't it? Honestly, I share with you a part of my world, my heart, my cognition, and I have never been so underwhelmed by the response. You are all a bunch of fucking philistines, and I won't let you forget it next time you're blogging about something dear to your heart.
There's some good literature been written in the last week. If I carry on like this, I'll have written a novel by New Year, and this isn't even the novel I was intending to write, so by summer I'll have written two! Wouldn't that be something? I don't think I will carry on like this, though. I've been going to work by day and writing by night, so last week I think I totalled 12 hours sleep between Monday and Friday, and now I feel a bit shit. A common cold to add to the leprosy I already had! I fear my illness may be mortal. Maybe I'm just bored to death, or dying of frustration. Such things have been known to happen to low-paid office workers.
The dudes and dudette in my houshold are already planning a party for 31st December. Not only is that New Year, it's also my birthday, so a party suits me just fine.
Are y'all doing this? You just have to write a blog of your day (today), and you've got until the end of the month to submit it. Today I went to work, discussed baking Halloween cakes, bitched a bit with my colleague about the women across the partition from us, fell asleep on the bus home, watched Futurama with my housemates, now having listened to highlights from my Billy Elliot CD (
) I'm typing this while listening to PJ Harvey. What about you?
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This band housemate thing is going well last night at 2 in the morning we were coming up with some ground breaking material only hope i can remember most of it today.
I missed work today because i lacked sleep so bad i literally would have dropped off on my keyboard at work.
Maybe i am becoming ill
it was great!
Got any work online??