I ate cheese last night and watched chrismorris' JAM, with the express intention of having really fucked up dreams.
No dancing horse, no bleeding walls, no dwarves speaking backwards...
Fuck all.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I've got myslef a little side-line job working on this: www.redhotruby.com
...for a lovely lady named Juliette, who I'm sure I told you about some entries back. The site has some glaring errors, and needs expanding pretty quickly. So yeah, that should keep me in Gin and comic books for a wee while.
No word from Syzygy about the junior web dev job just yet, but it's only 9:45am, plus they said they'd gimme a shout and let me know either way. So that's cool.
Creamygoodness is visiting on Sunday, I think we'll have to scope out venues for future SGUK related shenanigans, presuming I'm still around by then. And I believe I should be, as drama has been at a low of late, and SGUK,: The Group is being populated by my old friends again.
I'm looking after Nic's sisters' cat while they are all away at reading. He's a curious little thing, with too many toes on each foot, so he looks like he's got thumbs. Oh, and he's called Sergeant Death. Or just Sarge, for short.
I've decided to not drink during the week. Only at weekends. It'll save me some cash, stop me getting any fatter and stop me feeling like shit every other morning.
Sadly, i have a cough. It's very irritating. And I have to go out round Nic's sisters place now to feed the cat, in the fucking rain. I've got a brolly, mind you.
I've pissed off a couple of girls recently, which i feel quite dopey about. My fingers are too quick for my brain sometimes.
Oh, it's my Nephew Lex's first birthday on Sept 7th. I'm pretty skint, but I can definately afford a cool shirt with 'Super Fly' on it for him.
Ooooh, what a big entry! (vicar)
Namely because I'm trying to steer clear of SG for a while because I've got work up to my ears. And I've got no real money to go to London and meet up with my dearest few.
So then. I shall see you down the line somewhere.
Cheerio.
No dancing horse, no bleeding walls, no dwarves speaking backwards...
Fuck all.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I've got myslef a little side-line job working on this: www.redhotruby.com
...for a lovely lady named Juliette, who I'm sure I told you about some entries back. The site has some glaring errors, and needs expanding pretty quickly. So yeah, that should keep me in Gin and comic books for a wee while.
No word from Syzygy about the junior web dev job just yet, but it's only 9:45am, plus they said they'd gimme a shout and let me know either way. So that's cool.
Creamygoodness is visiting on Sunday, I think we'll have to scope out venues for future SGUK related shenanigans, presuming I'm still around by then. And I believe I should be, as drama has been at a low of late, and SGUK,: The Group is being populated by my old friends again.
I'm looking after Nic's sisters' cat while they are all away at reading. He's a curious little thing, with too many toes on each foot, so he looks like he's got thumbs. Oh, and he's called Sergeant Death. Or just Sarge, for short.
I've decided to not drink during the week. Only at weekends. It'll save me some cash, stop me getting any fatter and stop me feeling like shit every other morning.
Sadly, i have a cough. It's very irritating. And I have to go out round Nic's sisters place now to feed the cat, in the fucking rain. I've got a brolly, mind you.
I've pissed off a couple of girls recently, which i feel quite dopey about. My fingers are too quick for my brain sometimes.
Oh, it's my Nephew Lex's first birthday on Sept 7th. I'm pretty skint, but I can definately afford a cool shirt with 'Super Fly' on it for him.
Ooooh, what a big entry! (vicar)
Namely because I'm trying to steer clear of SG for a while because I've got work up to my ears. And I've got no real money to go to London and meet up with my dearest few.
So then. I shall see you down the line somewhere.
Cheerio.
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No, no. You must not be paying attention.