Yarrr me hearties.
i'm fed up and ill, my head feels like hundreds of tiny people in hobnailed boots are holding a stamping competition in it.
But woo yay, Disco's set went up
Somehow in the process of getting dressed this morning I managed to get scratches all over myself. My shoulder, thighs, just below my right bum cheek, right breast, left arm. What the hell was I doing?
Was supposed to go to that Insomnia casting yesterday but decided fuck it, I can't afford the train fare and I feel strangely down at the minute. Instead went and exchanged some old games for new ones and went to Asda. I really need to start doing more interesting things. Checked at a letting agent in Kemp Town who said that he wouldn't have what we needed for months yet, there was no point looking. Which kind of soothed my nerves, but not really since everyone else seems to have their houses sorted.
Did anyone see Jordan (oh, sorry, Katie Price) on Eurovision whatever it was? Did she not look like a cross between a teletubby and a giant pink vibrator? Scary scary.
I keep having weird dreams about my set being rejected, even though it's already been accepted and queued. My new fear is that my (admittedly rather poor) set goes up on the same day as a giant 100 girl SG orgy set. Or the day le beautiful Olivia finally decides to completely bare her breasts to the world. I want to shoot a new photoset as soon as possible. I just don't know any photographers.
And I've started an essay. Kind of. Ish. Well I haven't but I've looked at a book.
Yes, this is just a diversion tactic to put off working.
I'll go do some work. Then I can justify spending the rest of the day wasting time on the computer...yes.
i'm fed up and ill, my head feels like hundreds of tiny people in hobnailed boots are holding a stamping competition in it.
But woo yay, Disco's set went up
Somehow in the process of getting dressed this morning I managed to get scratches all over myself. My shoulder, thighs, just below my right bum cheek, right breast, left arm. What the hell was I doing?
Was supposed to go to that Insomnia casting yesterday but decided fuck it, I can't afford the train fare and I feel strangely down at the minute. Instead went and exchanged some old games for new ones and went to Asda. I really need to start doing more interesting things. Checked at a letting agent in Kemp Town who said that he wouldn't have what we needed for months yet, there was no point looking. Which kind of soothed my nerves, but not really since everyone else seems to have their houses sorted.
Did anyone see Jordan (oh, sorry, Katie Price) on Eurovision whatever it was? Did she not look like a cross between a teletubby and a giant pink vibrator? Scary scary.
I keep having weird dreams about my set being rejected, even though it's already been accepted and queued. My new fear is that my (admittedly rather poor) set goes up on the same day as a giant 100 girl SG orgy set. Or the day le beautiful Olivia finally decides to completely bare her breasts to the world. I want to shoot a new photoset as soon as possible. I just don't know any photographers.
And I've started an essay. Kind of. Ish. Well I haven't but I've looked at a book.
Yes, this is just a diversion tactic to put off working.
I'll go do some work. Then I can justify spending the rest of the day wasting time on the computer...yes.
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I read Jordan's autobiography for a laugh. It was funny. And well (ghost)written. I did not see her but heard a bit on the radio.
Sorting out houses for next year? Arghhhhh. I've will reach my 13th mortgage payment in a few months. Scary. What games?