a wee postie, as burns would say.
how is everyone?
i'm... well. working. today was good. i was at the overgate with karen who is just the most relaxed person everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr which is nice considering that everyone else at that company has shit-for-brains.
so we talked, snacked, griped, played gemjam on the Nokia 7650... ahhh to get paid for doing nothing. ah, wait - not true, i windexed the glass and vaccuumed the place this morning. woo! i feel like i've done so much today
anywho. i don't really know much. my friend fiona has gone off to canada to see her internet man, ironic that she has to go there and i have to come here... ohhh irony. my shirt.
no please, it's wrinkly
and... yeah. i don't know what else to say. i was ill last night. migraine, i think due to the use of hairspray early in the morning... allergic, fucking hell, i thought my head was going to suck itself inside out. it probably would have been an improvement on my face, but you know. it still would have hurt like a bee-itch. poor itchy bee.
iain is making dinner tonight, pasta. he told me i wouldn't 'know how to do it' so he's off being the man, chopping the vegs like a true hunter
haheehooohum.
besides that i haven't much to tell. i feel like an information failure tonight... my life has become so hum-drum that finding things to say is becoming a struggle.
oh hey, did anyone see that show about the woman who had a 200 lb tumour reomved? lets talk!
how is everyone?
i'm... well. working. today was good. i was at the overgate with karen who is just the most relaxed person everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr which is nice considering that everyone else at that company has shit-for-brains.
so we talked, snacked, griped, played gemjam on the Nokia 7650... ahhh to get paid for doing nothing. ah, wait - not true, i windexed the glass and vaccuumed the place this morning. woo! i feel like i've done so much today
anywho. i don't really know much. my friend fiona has gone off to canada to see her internet man, ironic that she has to go there and i have to come here... ohhh irony. my shirt.
no please, it's wrinkly
and... yeah. i don't know what else to say. i was ill last night. migraine, i think due to the use of hairspray early in the morning... allergic, fucking hell, i thought my head was going to suck itself inside out. it probably would have been an improvement on my face, but you know. it still would have hurt like a bee-itch. poor itchy bee.
iain is making dinner tonight, pasta. he told me i wouldn't 'know how to do it' so he's off being the man, chopping the vegs like a true hunter
haheehooohum.
besides that i haven't much to tell. i feel like an information failure tonight... my life has become so hum-drum that finding things to say is becoming a struggle.
oh hey, did anyone see that show about the woman who had a 200 lb tumour reomved? lets talk!
omigod
you are funny
you remind me of my friend jacky
"poor itchy bee" ...that's fantastic
tumor! golly, that's the sorta stuff that makes ya glad to have a tv, that you can see other people's insane lives, and feel better about your own.