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Thing 2
DO YOU LIVE IN OR NEARBY BRIGHTON?
The Engine Rooms
Thursday 27 July 2006
Come get some...
CARPET
http://www.myspace.com/biffthetramp
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[13 Jul 2006|10:25am] |
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| Better Now |
[05 Jul 2006|07:05pm] |
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Ahhh, brilliant. The storm has cleared my mind and the big thing is actually a lot tinier than I thought at first. I'm nice and relaxed and looking on the sunny side.
Hope all your weekends are fine... I'm off to Mothers! :)
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| Attack of the Living Dead Jen! |
[03 Jul 2006|11:20am] |
Kill me…..
Kill…. Me…….
I’ve had the grand total of one hour of unbroken sleep.
My boss told me I look like a Romero zombie this morning….. which was cool…..
But it was worth it…
CARPET WON BATTLE OF THE BANDS!
Of COURSE they did, how could they not have?
But let me take you back a teensy bit further than that…
Friday night…… Me + Amyfuss + Yoga ball + ‘Signed by the Box’ and a two hour long special on Queen on VH1 + copious amounts of alcohol = hilarity and muscle strain. Damn that was funny girlfriend!
Saturday – Superman Returns (courtesy of that Market which is Black)… fantastic. Feels like a ‘proper’ Superman movie, very much in the cinematic style we’ve become accustomed to with this particular Superhero. The Christ metaphor was a tad overdone for my tastes and Parker fucking Posey needs some emoting lessons (Lois Lane = a hard arsed, streetwise New Yorker – sorry, Metropole.. Metropolian…. or is that Metropolitan? – journalist bitch with a serious, refuse-all-others crush on Super-Guy. NOT a rejected Sex and the City single mother who shacked up with the first guy who came her way and got up the duff…… which is another bone of contention, but I don’t want to spoil anything too much… mehehehe. BUT, I did thoroughly enjoy it, and the effects were superb. Funny thing really, hearing the audience laugh and cheer along with the film added to it’s joy. ALSO indulged in the FABULOUS Nacho Libre with Jack Black – I won’t spoil it, just watch it….. then Doctor Who – WOW! Daleks AND fucking CYBERMEN?!?!?! What crazy, mixed up world is this? And how ‘Wolfram & Heart’ is Torchwood?
Last one on Saturday guys – tweep!
Oh yeah… how funny was Portugal beating England? Top of the lungs I was – ‘COME ON PORTUGAL!!’ A million nylon flags strapped to your Skoda didn’t do shit, did it, retard? And being Welsh, having to look at those things every day inflamed my patriotic pride (not as much as it did the Scots though!) England ain’t won it in 40 years; maybe they should try their hands at something else, like fucking off…..
Sunday – SLEEP. Then cheese on toast. Then shower. Then….
CLICK THE BLUE WORDS TO READ THE REVIEW!!!
( THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS )
‘The night was sultry’…
And now it’s Monday morning. I feel like I’m dead, yet strangely alive……
So, there you go. I’m impressed I’ve been able to write this much actually.
Right, time for food, for yet another cup of tea and to find some matchsticks to keep my eyes open….
But before I go – I love my friends, and I really mean that. I’d take a bullet for you guys…. I’d take it all the way to the garage…. :)
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| Dreams of June |
[30 Jun 2006|11:25am] |
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Last day of June everyone – where the fuck has this year gone to? We’re almost seven months in, it’s nearly frickin’ CRIMAS!
Time, you are so… relative.
So, the dreaming continues….
( Last Night, He Said )
Tonight, I rock. Private gigs rock so much. Ting went to watch them rehearse last night and there are NEW SONGS that even I haven’t heard – squee! I get to spend tonight being bathed in their sonic deliciousness with fabulous company and the safety of the house around me…. I canna wait.
Oh yeah… Li and Pook – you’re coming on Sunday to the final, right? Could I get a lift with you if you’re driving pretty please? :)
Thankies…
I just ate a whole pack of Dairylea Munchables given to me by my lift. They were… interesting. I think she’s kinda adopted me as an honorary child (I’m 28!!) but that’s all good, I like it really.
God I’m hormonal.
Got a Top 24 on MySpace now without the need for stupid codes – if you go to ‘Change My Top Friends’ on there and look near the top left hand side of the screen there’s a drop down menu containing options for 12, 16, 20 and 24 friends. Nice one!
What else?
Ah, the joys of a new MSN… it’s KAGAMI (which means mirror in Japanese)…kagami@hotmail.co.uk
It’s not Keith :)
And that’s it for now… I’m off to grown a personality and play with it with my tentacles.
I thought I’d try and grow Paul Daniels….
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| Geekgasm! |
[29 Jun 2006|09:41pm] |
Yes, yes, I know...
http://www.visittorchwood.co.uk
I'm so excited.
I'm even writing an episode...
Hehehe!
Had an odd day at work, was very inept. Haunted by dreams but in a frightfully good mood... I treated myself to some bourbon and am watching Most Haunted. Derek Accorah is a legend, he's as fake as veggie bacon.
I've been on You Tube for ages randomly searching. I think I've watched every Damned video ever. oooh, Dave Vanian...
BOOZE!
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Morning…..
( Nightmares )
My stomach is WELL churning today. I’m anxious – why? What on earth? OK, so I’m in debt and have no cash and hate where I live and have to put up with bouts of depression but heck, things are OK at the moment, aren’t they? It’s like I’m really worried about something I have to do…. But I don’t actually have to do anything! Or like something is wrong, that feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Odd.
Anyways, life stuff – the CARPET/MUNDANE supergroup gig at Casa Carpet is tomorrow night (BOO to you With Scissors!) (I don’t mean that by the way, I love you all really – they just couldn’t get here….. *sob*) Then it’s the final of the Battle of the Bands on Sunday 2 July in The Imperial, Colwyn Bay (COME ON CARPET!!). Then I’m off to Mother’s next week for a couple of days to chill out. Then it’s Brighton on 27 July for the weekend (with possibly a couple of gigs beforehand in Liverpool and Nottingham – woop!)… then there’s nothing really (at the moment) until the ‘Get Off The Internet Festival’ in Hendre Hall, Bangor (oh yes people, North Wales’ first proper music festival!) which has a great line-up (including my beloved Carpet) and possibly may have one of my absolutely fave bands ever headlining…. Tweep!
And then what?
Stuff… that’s what!
I’m so determined to move to Brighton. I have to be there by this time next year – I’m 30 next year for god’s sake, it’s about time I went somewhere cool to live! Hehehe! A few people have been banging on at me about settling down – settle down? I’ve been settled down for ten fucking years! LET’S GO HAVE SOME FUN! 40 is the new 30, which means I’m only actually 18 if you take that as law….. I’m too young to settle down! NO!!!
What else?
Work’s OK, bored to tears here as usual. With my fave boss leaving I’m hitting the jobs market like a bitch. Just need a tiny bit more cash to dig myself out of my hole and get some savings….
Gah, what’s wrong with my BRAIN?!?! I really feel like someone’s been in there fiddling about without my permission. I can’t string a fucking sentence together today… not like me…. Niggly weirdness abounds.
Been a while since I felt niggly weirdness.
I quite like it actually…. Hehehe…..
Hmmm……
CIRCUIT BENDING PROGRESS…. Has been put on hold waiting for the book to arrive….. I don’t’ remember as much about electronics as I thought I did! But it’s cool, I’ll be constructing my alien instruments in no time…. I like making noise. Like being vomited on by an angry digital god…. Or was that Baron Bum Blood? :)
Doctor Who looks cool for Saturday… Torchwood, possibly goodbye Rose… Oooh! GEEKGASM!
So yeah, time for a coffee…..
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| BOOMSHANKA! |
[26 Jun 2006|12:09pm] |
Happy Monday Everyone!!
I feel like a fucking Happy Tree Friend today, merrily going about my gleeful business with insane joy…… until some freak hurricane blows a running chainsaw into my neck…..
Anyway, good morning.
Again.
I did copious amounts of fuck all this weekend and I’m glad of it. I have CHILLED. Ahh! Watched a few DVD’s, fiddled on the internet, changed my MSN to kagami@hotmail.co.uk (that’s for messenger too, although it’s not my most used e-mail address which only the select few of you have… add me to MSN though!), customised a couple of t-shirts and went to the car boot and Sainsbury’s (CAKE!).
Ahh, everyone needs some quiet time now and again…..
( I’ve got a small gripe today )
CircuitBending – My Circuit Bending Progress – went to the car boot sale yesterday and returned home laden with things made of plastic that make sounds. I’ve got a Chicco keyboard – full keys, little ducks that change the key sounds, a dog bark button, tempo change, everything really!; I also got a jazz saxophone that plays two tunes and has seven buttons with individual sounds assigned to each and this brilliant French game with a troll that sings, shouts, whistles and counts in French when you tweak him…. I love him so! AND THEY ALL WORK! YAY! So the first one to be subjected to rewiring will be the saxophone. Sorting out the tools and got the solder… I’m rather excited. I’m saving my keyboard for when I have a bit more skill.
Watch this space…..
Ooh, I’ve got gorgeous soup (Soup, Soup Tasty Soup, Soup Spicy…) and some tiny wee wholemeal rolls for my lunch, We’re gonna take a trundle into town in a momento then come back and feast like Romans.
Possibly going to stay with Mum in a couple of weeks for the night – she’ll be all alone with Mal off on some adventure or another so I’m gonna go do her hair and keep her company for the night. Well, she is almost 66 years old ya knows…. So that’ll be two days chilling out in her massive pad in the countryside forgetting this god awful shit hole of a town…
Sorry, sorry, trying to maintain the MANIA and stuff… weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM INVINCIBLE!!!
I EAT FOOD!
I WEAR CLOTHES AND I CANNOT BE STOPPED!
Taco.
Right, I’m going away now before I have head explodey.
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Friday, Yes it’s Friday..
PAY DAY!
Watch it all disappear…. Gah. It looks so nice for a few days then poof! I’m still on a massive saving mission, too many things coming up I need cash for – birthdays, Brighton, STUFF!
Ah well, at least I can eat! Woo-hoo! No more £1 pizzas for the Jen… I think it’s time for those fancy £1.50 meals from Iceland – I’m so DECADENT!!
Good morning all, my you look beautiful! Can I give you a head massage?
I do feel a bit ‘pilled up’ today (I’m not, honest!). I’m in a super-duper good mood, manic as anything, soaking up knowledge like a sponge and being over enthusiastic. I’m an invincible machine of joy and STUFF!
Watch it go…
(And the fact I know this won’t last makes me want to enjoy it even more…..)
So yeah, rather random last post. I’m somewhat fascinated by a process called CircuitBending, or Circuit Bending depending or your need for words to be singular. I read about it on some link I clicked on some random Richard Devine site. From what I’ve gathered so far, it involves the fiddling with of the circuit boards of toys that make noise (like Speak and Spell, Furby’s etc) to find ‘bends’ that make different sounds, if you catch my drift. You cut the connections and rewire them to screw with the sounds and make the toy into an instrument, making it ‘bent’.
You create alien instruments out of toys.
I’m sold. :)
I’m eyeing my Furby. You’re fucked mate, I’m gonna creep inside you like a warm kitten!
I’ve ordered the book off the Amazon. There’s solder and stuff in the flat anyway. I’m ready to go… I’ve always been a fiddler. I used to love taking things apart when I was little (a trip to A & E to have screws removed from my nose when I was about 5 due to dismantling a cuckoo clock to see how it works is testament to this… well, I had nowhere else to put the damn things!) And I loved making tunes on Music on the PS. This will become my new obsession, I can feel it…. Joy. In celebration of my new craze, Tingalinger gave me a knackered old keyboard off the car boot sale, and after a clean and some new batteries the damn thing only worked! It’s got a data bank of some seriously crazy arsed sounds and it sounds bent as it is – since when did a bassoon sound like a fire engine?
Sorry, I’m rambling. Watch this space to see what I make!
What else has been going on?
Had a lovely weekend last week at Casa Carpet. Barbecue, chats, drunken trips to the beach at 4am….. *sigh* good fun! I LOVE MY BITCHES! :)
Carpet have been gigging their skinny little rock and roll arses off lately. Last night they played a gig in Chinnerys in Southend (which I couldn’t attend due to skintness). Fan base growing…. Soon there will be world domination… soon!
Ummm… that’s about it really! The family saga of angst, depression, separation and lies continues but I’m distancing myself from it as much as I can. They’re all adults, they can sort it out. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that there’s nothing I can do. People are having light-bulb moments that I can’t help with.
But I’ve got a feeling everything will be OK. Maybe not in a Disney way, but it’ll be fine.
Trust me….
Right, twenty minutes till lunch! I’m gonna get a sammich the size of my head – YEE-HA!
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Fantastic idea... anyone tried this out?
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[15 Jun 2006|05:22pm] |
Billie's leaving Doctor Who....
2p says she dies
1p says the Doctor goes back in time to prevent them ever meeting after she dies
£100 says I'm a fucking geek :)
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| Aftermath |
[14 Jun 2006|11:23pm] |
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Wow, who'd have thought it? I actually DO tan a bit, but only it would seem when exposed to searing sunlight for 6 hours a day while traipsing around a massive dustbowl field at Download Festival 2006.
OK, so maybe 'tan' isn't the correct word. How about 'blister'? :)
So yeah, three days ago I arrived home from Download bruised, burnt and content. I'd enjoyed some extraordinary bands, met some amazing people, bathed in glorious relentless sunshine and had an all around brilliant time.
I'm aware this will be shit and I will most probably re-write it when I'm back in work next week. For now.....
( Let me tell you a little story..... )
And now it's all over. I'm clean again. I have no money until next Friday. I'm off work till Monday. I NEED the next adventure to come soon... Brighton on 27 July for Carpet and Tinger's 31st birthday methinks.
Now what do I do with myself? Did I miss anything good?
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| Happy Satan Day! |
[06 Jun 2006|11:14am] |
666 day today - hope everyone plans to do something satanic! :)
I'm off tommorow...
Wish em luck! :)
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| The Pre-Festival Freak out! |
[02 Jun 2006|12:03pm] |
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Hola!
I have no sense of taste or smell. Dammit. God damn stinking summer cold. Fuck you viral infection, fuck you bacterial invasion - fuck you up your stupid, spotty little single cell arses.
But as everyone keeps telling me, better now than next week… be cause this time next week I’ll be sunburned and drunk in a field surrounded by thousands of sweaty metal heads. JOY!
The depression has lifted as well and been replaced by slightly unhinged mania. I can deal with this, better to feel superhuman than feel super-shit. Better to grab life by the balls than try and choke yourself to death on them.
Bad analogy, but you get my point.
Anyway, things are groovy. Had the delightful company of Mistress Amy of Fuss, Duke John of Carpet, Lady Tinger of Confusion, Sir Julian of Bass, and Guitar Hero on Saturday night…. Followed by a fabulous breakfast on Sunday morning courtesy of Lady Amy and her stonking vodka hangover which did not prevent her from cooking up a storm. The added presence of the fabulous Mistress Lisa of Sparkles made the scrummy food taste even better! Yum, yum all around!
Then it was Bank Holiday Monday, which I don’t remember. Cause I was ILL. Yucky stinking ill…. And I’m still ill. Work’s been OK, had to go home Wednesday afternoon due to being a total fucktard because of this infection – I was bumping into walls and getting all confused. So I slept, and then watched Brokeback Mountain (WOW! Nothing like a tragic love story well told – this is not a chick flick nor is it exploitative in any way, it’s a magnificent observation of passion and real, raw love kept secret. Stolen moments and powerful emotions. Fuck that ‘gay cowboy’ shit, please see this movie. It’s stayed with me.)
Then it was Thursday, and now it’s today.
See what I did there?
So what now? Well, tomorrow I’ve been summoned to see Mother in Chester for posh lunch. Don’t think I can go – not just scraping all the pennies for next week but too much to do! Too much! But it would be nice to see her and hear all about her holiday and latest afflictions. Thing is, and I know this is going to sound awful, my sister wants to come too, and I can’t handle her at the moment. I’m staying at her house next week pre-festival and I think that’ll be enough really. Oh dear.
Sod it, I’ll go. Why not? It’ll be worth it. :)
Then Sunday will most definitely be SORT STUFF OUT DAY. My flat is a shit pit at the best of times so I want to straighten it out a bit – nothing worse than coming back from holiday to a stinky mess. I may even…. Wash up. *gulp*
I should have got that slave when I had the chance. Dammit!
And tonight, just to confuse the timeline even more, I get a haircut. No green extensions anymore (BOO!) due to retard at hairdressers so I’m going for a semi-mullet with a nice short curved fringe. Lovely. I have my stonking cowboy from hell hat anyway. My hoody should come by Monday so I’ll customize it then with my zombie prostitute patch made from a Merch Monster shirt – I can’t make clothes, but I can cut things up and stick them back together again! Got my army boots – thought I’d bought graded stock as they only cost a tenner… opened the parcel to find I’d been sent brand spanking new boots! Boots that should have cost £50! Whoop! But they’re TOO new, they look very shiny… I’m going to go down to the beach on Sunday and smash the shit out them in the sand! Good plan! Ahh, big lesbo boots – joy!
What else?
Saul Williams (who I may just go see in September in Ireland all being well) and Eagles of Death Metal – Death By Sexy (best album title…. Ever?). Obsessed I am…. But I have a leetle gossip especially of interest to my fellow Eighties Matchbox fans… there’s a new album. Oh yes, you heard me right – new. Being constructed as I type. AND there’ll be a tour, but I don’t know when yet. I’ll attempt to discover more when I see a certain band member at the end of June. Excitement!
And that is it.
How are you all by the way?
Really?
You should see a doctor about that……..
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| Proper Update |
[23 May 2006|01:53pm] |
Right, here we are then.
It’s Tuesday morning. I’m in work, sat at my big black and chrome computer. Surrounding me are myriad photos – Hurricane Festival, ponies, weddings, random goodness. Daz, my big gay boss, sits across form me giggling at a text on his phone. Fi sits next to him typing away, occasionally pausing to push her glasses up her nose. There is no Gem to my left as she’s somewhere else and I’ve missed my morning fuss because of that.
Shall I do this Great Expectations style or Irreversible style?
Irreversible it is! (Without the gratuitous rape and violence, of course)
This morning, my ride comes for me. I get in the car.
She looks like she’s on crack.
‘I haven’t slept for 24 hours’ she grins, eyes shining with psychosis. I consider getting out of the car but with a grind of gears we’re off, speeding into the morning sun.
Suddenly, she turns to me…
‘I’m a Nana!’ she cries, and all becomes clear – her son’s girlfriend had his baby this morning, she’d been at the hospital since the previous morning – no sleep, just adrenaline. A crisis and emergency cesarean later and there was a bouncing 7 pound baby girl.
Fantastic, thinks I, this is just what I need. New week, new life, and the sun finally fighting its way through the driving, relentless rain.
Things felt good.
Last night was spent on the phone to my brother – he thinks our Dad is haunting his new flat. He tells me, the situation with my sister is escalating – even my nephew thinks she’s having an affair, her husband is still suspended from his job and is still at home driving her insane. I don’t know how much more of this I can cope with, the turmoil is massive at the moment, and Download can’t come soon enough so I can get my nephew out of the house and away from all the upset. I even had my Mum in tears on the phone – nightmare.
Spent all of yesterday nursing the Hangover from Hades. My poor, alcohol sodden brain! It was so bad I had to watch the Wicker Man. :)
Sunday dawned prior to that, as days tend to do, raining like a motherfucker. I hastily pulled on my outfit – dress courtesy of mother (spotty Monsoon thingy), £4 shrug from peacocks and some well cheap red shoes. Spend twenty feckin minutes trying to pin a £1 flower in my hair. Had total panic attack and five fags. The do was originally ‘Bring a Guest’, so I was all lined up to drag Amy there for comfort, but then things changed, and I could see why when I got there. A boring church service followed, out of tune organ, elderly choir. Most of the guests were on the bride’s side (including yours truly) with a small handful of middle class snooty boots on the grooms’ side. After the horribly religious ceremony and a glut of pictures (I had to be in them – NOOOOOOOO!) we set off for the reception, which was being hosted in this massive stately home. Real, bubbly as hell pink champagne. Harpist. Tiny cases of sweet meats. Babies. Weird. The free alcohol flowed – not once did I have an empty glass in my hand. The food was divine. The surroundings exquisite. The Blues Brothers… unexpected. But fun. I also got a little stalker… well I say little, he was this finely muscled, over tanned guy from Amsterdam who just wouldn’t leave me alone! I mean, he was a nice bloke and all and I suppose rather good looking (if you fancy Bruce Wayne in the Batman cartoons….. you know, all square jawed and well suited) but he wouldn’t take a friendly hint. Well, it’s not my fault if I’m a Goddess is it? I did consider grinding my heel on his foot and telling him to fuck off, but realised he’d probably like that…. hehehe! To tell the truth, it was kinda flattering – of all the finely turned out sexy young fillies there he picked me, which did give me a certain confidence boost, but that’s all it was – no drunken toilet related shenanigans for the Jen (unless you count the sexy lesbian coercing me to take class A drugs on the floor of the super posh loos…. but this is a family show… hehehe!)
So yeah, got snogged by Elwood from the Blues Brothers, snogged the bride (as you do), got increasingly more and more drunk. Danced like a rabid monkey. Had sexy lesbian and sexy lesbian’s ex girlfriend bickering all fucking night though and guess who was right bang in the middle – everyone’s favourite karma sponge – ME! Back and forth, tears and tantrums… Christ on a bike, will I ever get any respite?
And then it was hometime – I escaped into the night in my carriage (well, someone else’s carriage). My memory is full of massive black holes still, it reminded me of the time we went to that movie premiere and just drained the damn bar dry. SO much FREE BOOZE! We worked it out – it must have cost the bride and groom about £300 per person (seriously!) to feed, water, ferry us about and entertain us which makes sense that suddenly partners were off the menu – sorry Amy!
So I didn’t spend a penny and got royally trashed. I think I enjoyed myself….. meh! I would much rather have been sitting at home watching Invader Zim and feeling sorry for myself but what ya gonna do? I do love my colleagues though, even if they are all whiny birds, they’re good friends. They’ve supported me so much lately with my depression and financial problems I honestly don’t know what I would have done without them. They’ve done so much for me, been there for me, checked up on me – wow. I’ve never felt so cared about! Real, real friends! Love you guys!
Saturday was a non-day - ate lots, watched Doctor Who, chilled out. Felt so low my chin was scraping the floor. I couldn't go out on Friday night to see Carpet in Liverpool as I had not a penny, not a one. But they know I love them - fucking hell, I've been half way around the country to see those guys, sweated blood, did their MySpace, pimped their arses off, loved them so hard.... etc, etc, I'm sure they'll forgive me missing a couple of gigs - it's not like I can go on tour with them is it? I just wish other people in my life would treat me better and realise what I do for them too without expecting a thing from them in return... ah well, can't do anything about that can I?
Anyways.....
Now what? Ah yes, depression. That’s for the next post, a nice big post on it too.
But until then, smoothie!
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| Monday |
[22 May 2006|11:20am] |
I feel like I've been raped by a rhino. SO much free alcohol. Add that to a socially inept me and bingo - memory erasing drunkeness. My skin is so dry this morning it's like school toilet paper.
i feel like serious shit.
I currently have no active memories of the wedding, apart from Elwood from the Blues Brothers kissing me full on 'cause I knew all the words to Minnie the Mooch.... [yes, the fucking Blues Brothers were there, didn't see that coming......]
May update later when more arrive.
UPDATE
Ahh, it's all good, fun was had-ish.
I think.
I did end up spending the majority of the evening consling various workmates, as usual. Had a bit of a dance. Bride looked fabulous darling, bling abounded. The food was, if memory serves, fan-fucking-tastic and the alcohol flowed merrily... but there was hardly a soul there. It must have cost them a fortune nonetheless.
I still feel like shit.
But at least it was free :)
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[21 May 2006|09:37am] |
And it's 9.39am on Sunday morning. I'm about to enter a lukewarm shower [as it's yet another thing that's broken], then slap on my glad rags and go to that fucking wedding - whoopee! I'm not taking any dosh. I'm going to stuff food in my bag and try and smuggle out champagne and silverwear - wish me luck!
Umm... well a particularly nondescript evening was punctuated with a rather excellent Doctor Who and Lordi winning Eurovision - didn't see THAT coming! 'The prize goes to the flame spewing demons from Satan's holiday spot - Finland!'
I wish I'd watched it now, just to hear good old Terry Wogan freak out....
Oh yeah, I'm not missing a social life at all... she lies. It'd be helpful if my paranoia would go away and stop telling me all my friends hate me because I'm depressed. Nice one dude. But it'll pass.....
Off work tommorow, thank Bob - need the rest.
Again, wish me luck.
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Someone save me, please?
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| No Fun.... |
[19 May 2006|09:18am] |
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to be around
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well maybe go out maybe stay home
maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well come on, well come on,
well come on..........
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