Last night I sat down to view the first couple of episodes of "Pushing Daisies" after it being recommended to me by my good friend Dan. And fuck me if it isn't the best thing I've seen in a long while. To go into more detail would spoil it, it is funny, heartbreaking, weird and romantic. And there's Anna Friel being completely adorable
Here's a taster, spoilers ahoy though.
I freakin' love this show, if it gets canceled I will probably kill those responsible.
Heres some other stuff that has happened:
- I've barely been to work this week, which is a bit ace. Yesterday I had a bit of upset tummy, I very much doubt it had anything to do with that bottle of wine and numerous beers I had consumed. I'm pretty sure it was food poisoning. Whatever the reason it scored me the day of work yesterday. Three day weekend, woo fucking hoo!
- Upon my return to work today (at 9 am instead of the usual 7 am start) it becomes clear that nothing has been done in my absence. Management therefore get me other people to aid in the backlog of work. This puts me in a supervisory role, so therefore I barely lift a figure.
- Basically I got paid today to generally fuck around, take numerous long breaks listening to the Smashing Pumkins and reading Richard Pryors autobiography, try and flirt with this girl I like, arse around with with one of the magazine reps that comes in, chat to various mates that work in the store, spend and hour and half pretending to order stuff, play with the Transformers DVD's that came in, play with the Transformers bubble bath and them went home early.
- My parents are currently staying at my grandparents house. My Nana has Alzheimers, and in order to give my Granddad a break he's staying with my Aunty Jane for a week. So Mum and Dad are taking care of Nana, and fuck me is it horrible. I get the very limited experience of how terrible living with someone with Alzheimers is. I don't know how my Grandfather deals with it.
My Nana is still the brilliant loving person she always was, but she has no short tern memory. So she'll ask you what day it is. and then a few minutes later she'll ask the same question. And then again. At the moment shes hung up on where my Grandfather is, so we have to lie to her. Which fucking sucks. Basically we could tel her anything because she'll forget it and have to ask her again.
If you actually exist God thanks a fucking lot for stripping one the greatest people I've ever met of her dignity. You cock.
And that was my day. Apart for hanging out with Charlie (my dog) he's staying at my grandparents as well (he's kinda old and can't be left alone). Home aint the same without him though. Miss you Charlie.
Yeah I am a soft bastard, but he's my dog. I miss my dog
Day off tomorrow though
Here's a taster, spoilers ahoy though.
I freakin' love this show, if it gets canceled I will probably kill those responsible.
Heres some other stuff that has happened:
- I've barely been to work this week, which is a bit ace. Yesterday I had a bit of upset tummy, I very much doubt it had anything to do with that bottle of wine and numerous beers I had consumed. I'm pretty sure it was food poisoning. Whatever the reason it scored me the day of work yesterday. Three day weekend, woo fucking hoo!
- Upon my return to work today (at 9 am instead of the usual 7 am start) it becomes clear that nothing has been done in my absence. Management therefore get me other people to aid in the backlog of work. This puts me in a supervisory role, so therefore I barely lift a figure.
- Basically I got paid today to generally fuck around, take numerous long breaks listening to the Smashing Pumkins and reading Richard Pryors autobiography, try and flirt with this girl I like, arse around with with one of the magazine reps that comes in, chat to various mates that work in the store, spend and hour and half pretending to order stuff, play with the Transformers DVD's that came in, play with the Transformers bubble bath and them went home early.
- My parents are currently staying at my grandparents house. My Nana has Alzheimers, and in order to give my Granddad a break he's staying with my Aunty Jane for a week. So Mum and Dad are taking care of Nana, and fuck me is it horrible. I get the very limited experience of how terrible living with someone with Alzheimers is. I don't know how my Grandfather deals with it.
My Nana is still the brilliant loving person she always was, but she has no short tern memory. So she'll ask you what day it is. and then a few minutes later she'll ask the same question. And then again. At the moment shes hung up on where my Grandfather is, so we have to lie to her. Which fucking sucks. Basically we could tel her anything because she'll forget it and have to ask her again.
If you actually exist God thanks a fucking lot for stripping one the greatest people I've ever met of her dignity. You cock.
And that was my day. Apart for hanging out with Charlie (my dog) he's staying at my grandparents as well (he's kinda old and can't be left alone). Home aint the same without him though. Miss you Charlie.
Yeah I am a soft bastard, but he's my dog. I miss my dog
Day off tomorrow though