Archive for December, 2005

happy thoughts

Friday, December 30th, 2005

Not only did I not go out, I didn’t drink at all. Both of these were very good ideas. Not often I *avoid* doing things which would cause me physical and mental distress.

The loser bit

Thursday, December 29th, 2005

I have got to stop acting like a complete wanker sometimes. Some of the shit I was coming out with last night was just completely unacceptable, and I can’t keep this up – I’ve done it since I was a kid, when it was my dominating characteristic, and really need to get rid of it altogether as soon as. If this means dropping the arrogance entirely I need to do this. It’s fucking ridiculous, I can see me being a complete cunt of a father just now.

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT

Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

I feel like utter shit and I’ve got fucking nobody to talk to about it. Fucking same old. So edinburgh at the weekend, try to take so many drugs that it doesn’t matter how I feel (although this has never worked in the past): I’ve got cock all to look forward to except my laptop. Got a strong feeling a major purge is coming on for a while, say six months. It’s not like my birthday is going to be fun whether I’ve got people there or not. JESUS SUFFERING FUCK.

These links are fucking dire. Non-budget food is basically fucking awful anyway, and Richmond links are the worst. WHY IS THE SKIN NOT HARD.

Mitigating terror

Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

So if I balance the old disk on a glass and a Republica CD is stops fucking clicking. Good enough for the time being. Note to self: stop fucking with your hardware.

When I replace this box, i’m never opening the fucker. NEVAR.

Closure

Monday, December 26th, 2005

So that’s over then. Funny how things work out conveniently.

Janine though. What the fuck would you say if Janine came up to you and said “Do you know anyone who would want to hump me”? Fucking idiot.

Life just keeps on mocking

Sunday, December 25th, 2005

Identical twins?! This is really getting silly, now.

FUCKFUCKFUCK

Saturday, December 17th, 2005

One or both of my hard drives are going to die permanently very, very soon. This scares me. Very much.

Holy utter Christ

Saturday, December 17th, 2005

Heather Locklear is 44 years old?!

Incidentally

Thursday, December 15th, 2005

Bumped into Baz O’Halloran again at the weekend, which is a whole year since last time. Christ. Time flies when you’re, erm, alive.

Insurance

Wednesday, December 14th, 2005

They’re replacing it with a 4000. This may be the best news I’ve ever had.

Andy thinks Veruca Salt are ace as well. No surprise. My fave discovery of ages.