October 8th, 2005
|11:40 pm - Very Random Post|
Complete the following sentence in whatever way you find appropriate:
I like you....
August 22nd, 2005
Stuck in a small glass box with the sun beating in.
By the end of it I was ready to tell them ANYTHING they wanted to know. Anything that would make the meeting stop.
May rabid weasels devour their ears.
I hate them all.
Also, I'm getting old.
I heard the new number one and decided that it was a bad rip of another - older - track.
I'm considering getting a haircut so that I can look respectable.
Also, and most damming of all, I was in the pub at half ten last night and decided that I needed to go to bed so that I could get up the next day.
Shite. I think I might finally have got through puberty.
In other news the Chinese State Circus is in town, anyone interested in coming to go see?
May 17th, 2005
|12:54 am - French Rock Music. It ain't big and it ain't heavy.|
There's something innately wrong with metal about werewolves which can be put in the same musical category as "Singing in the Rain".
Deeply, deeply, wrong.
Still, on the plus side I did manage to gather fairly conclusive evidence that there's an entire race of people that are camper than I am. Yay!
*Does little happy dance, realises it doesn't help his case, stops*
In other news I've decided to stop smoking. Properly.
This is due, in the main, to waking up this morning with yellowed fingers and a raspy voice and deciding that I really, REALLY didn't want to turn into Moe (Simpsons).
Although the idea of running a bar does sort of appeal....
Anyway, enough of the whole posting while sleep deped thing. I'm going to bed - where I expect to dream of fedora wearing werewolves, sitting around a table playing poker. For kittens.
Sleep well an' hugs to you all.