unclemoo

i might get sacked tomorrow, for some bullshit i didnt even do. Its not worth argueing though, its not as though i like working there. time to dust off the cv i reckon, dealing with recruitment agencies is so fulfilling

BUNCH OF FUCKING CORPORATE FUCKTARD ARSE

i just saw a local(ish) band calld dead letter drop. i think they might end up quite big, somewhere between the ataris and 'A' but without the anoying needy whineyness of either.

i dont want to go to work today.
i dont want to do anything

woooooo.


my SG t shirt arrived today, many thanks to Shepherd for checking it hadnt gone astray for me too.

its raingin which is good but my brain hurts which is bad. I have the new palahniuk in hardback which is good but i bought it on my credit ccard which is bad.

and on the eighth day, god invented haribo.

apparently someone blew up one of my ex girlfriends on a bus in london this morning.

i cant decide whether i'm happy or sad about this.

fuck the tennis, Le tour de france is going on, god bless cable tv and skinney men with astounding aerobic fitness.

its raining again. thank shiutting christ. as if i wasnt ugly wnough without puffy red eyes and dribbly sniot.

I sisnt like the red 'you are THAT laxy' message.