There are somethings that just have a limit.
The hystronical lunatic person has left, and normal service has resumed, I'm pleased to say. Don't judge me, I can't be hard as nails all the fucking time.
The funeral is monday, and every black suit I've tried on has made me look like I did when I was at secondary school. Fucking nightmare.
The USB port in my laptop has decided to not work anymore, so I can't have the wireless thing and my ipod plugged in at the same time , which means my ipod is suffering from low battery and a disgusting lack of tunes.
I saw Nine inch nails the other night. Now before you laugh, please remember that in 1999 I was a dirty goth, the only rock kid in the village secondary school, and I fucking like Nine inch Nails. The fragile is electro filth, I don't care what anyone says. Anyway, it was really good, I was made to wait by Jup at Victoria for two hours, so I stood at spoons and gradually became catatonic on wheat beer, and then when we got to the gig, all I wanted to do was fuck, since is the nature of these things. Anyway, I had more beer, and NIN were brillo. Yes indeedy. I was all prepared to be disappointed, since I am well stung after the whole Tool debacle.
My hair has developed a complete life of it's own, and I now think, after a bottle of wine I am in a fit and sound state of judgement to cut it.
I am so pissed with the work thing. I hate waiting for other people to move before me. I WANT TO LEAVE. I want to live with someone again. I want him not to have to commute like a fiend every day.
Oh balls.
Will update with hair progress.
xx
The hystronical lunatic person has left, and normal service has resumed, I'm pleased to say. Don't judge me, I can't be hard as nails all the fucking time.
The funeral is monday, and every black suit I've tried on has made me look like I did when I was at secondary school. Fucking nightmare.
The USB port in my laptop has decided to not work anymore, so I can't have the wireless thing and my ipod plugged in at the same time , which means my ipod is suffering from low battery and a disgusting lack of tunes.
I saw Nine inch nails the other night. Now before you laugh, please remember that in 1999 I was a dirty goth, the only rock kid in the village secondary school, and I fucking like Nine inch Nails. The fragile is electro filth, I don't care what anyone says. Anyway, it was really good, I was made to wait by Jup at Victoria for two hours, so I stood at spoons and gradually became catatonic on wheat beer, and then when we got to the gig, all I wanted to do was fuck, since is the nature of these things. Anyway, I had more beer, and NIN were brillo. Yes indeedy. I was all prepared to be disappointed, since I am well stung after the whole Tool debacle.
My hair has developed a complete life of it's own, and I now think, after a bottle of wine I am in a fit and sound state of judgement to cut it.
I am so pissed with the work thing. I hate waiting for other people to move before me. I WANT TO LEAVE. I want to live with someone again. I want him not to have to commute like a fiend every day.
Oh balls.
Will update with hair progress.
xx