Well, today was odd. I feel left out again.
Going out tonight to drown my sorrows I think. I have money and should have a Steve in a minute.
Criteria once again include singleness and interestedness.
New bloggar is pretty cool. Isn’t giving me my posts back in order, which is a tad odd. And it isn’t fucking wysiwyg! I want my mummy.
But:
In a really fucking primitive manner.
Firstly, I really want to know how to get a proper login for this. Annoyed at being admin.
Secondly, I think I’m going to leave off going along tonight. The only thing I save is face, and there’s no wifies attending, and there’s no money available, and it wastes another night. I could stay here, get milk, it’ll be great.
I’ll see though. Don’t like missing out, even if no wifies present. (especially really fit ones who actually talked to me today. rrrrrrr.)
re-thought my criteria.
Based on those criteria (i.e. being single doesn’t matter, eyes rawk) my list has been updated. And no, I’m not sharing it.
Also, w.bloggar has been updated. Fuck yars. Still praying for a Free alternative though. I really hate relying on things which so clearly are going to eventually die and obsolesce. (I quite like that word. Not as good as euthanise though.)
King of SQL.
The server’s back, baby! one more thing to do, done.
My schedule is now as follows:
Thursday: beg £30 for outness, book Aberdeen, head to Ed, back to Soundhaus.
Friday: Out with work. Rejoice in paidness.
Saturday: Aberdeen.
Sunday: Hangover, regret, suffering. try to tidy at least one room in house.
next week:
Thursday: Out with work.
Friday: Out with work. Rejoice in paidness.
Saturday: Head home and start getting phone and insurance sorted out. Buy a saw. Steele’s 21st.
Sunday: Hangover. Regret. Suffering. Head up here and tidy the rest of the flat.
Who said I don’t make plans.
In other news, power suits and positively filthy secretaries. I am fucking loving this. Kink after kink.
I have wireless access within half an hour of my house.
I have a job, which pays well enough to gradually release me from my debt (assuming I retain my sanity).
I have an outrageous overdraft, but at least it’s authorised.
I have a fridge full of beer.
I’m sitting next to a quite nice girl with a quite cute accent at work (albeit a quiet and non-single one), and my colleagues do not yet think I am a collossal cockhead. I think. Mostly. (and no, there is no modesty intended there.)
My washing machine works, and I still have food.
My computer’s working again.
I am single and 22 and there’s a month left until christmas.
Mozilla’s text boxes don’t work right when trying to select line breaks.
Wordpress is still too geeky. I want wysiwyg.
The girl who sings Destiny (Sia Furler. prrrrrrr) is the embodiment of human perfection. Jesus would weep. Well worth the sixteen goddamn pounds I paid. (link to mpt’s italics thing here. Wordpress needs wysiwyg.)
Death Disco was three and a half hours of pure, unadulterated shite. Further proof that the only person who is capable of making sound decisions for me is me. And possibly my mummy.
np: Catatonia – Strange Glue
Woohoo! ScottishPower, as of tomorrow. At last.
In ten hours, something will have gone right for the first time in a while. Woo.
In other news, still no word on the girl front. Giving up hope for the time being. I have cash and don’t look too bad and have other things to worry about at the moment, which is my polite way of saying I’m pretty miffed with myself. I’ll still try, but it’s not looking likely, so it’s going out of my mind.
np: Dan’s mix of Shut Down. The real Dan.
Goddammit, so I actually do fancy her. Odd. Well, not really, but still.
And I could still cock it up majorly. Fuck’s sake, I hate not having closure on things.
It was the power supply.
Is it working now? No. Because I broke a pin off of my fucking system hard disk, so everything is broken. Grrrrrrr.
Going to have a looksee if I can fix it just now. I hold little hope.
