Monday, May 30, 2005
9 bottles of champagne and a 2 hour conversation later, (turns out I apparently used to always wear black and ask 'are you happy?') I am awoken by a heavy drum n bass beat. the bastard.
a day of lazing about, drinking beer and a screeched version of 'wouldn't it be nice' a la karaoke and i still feel like shit.
At least I am comfortable in the knowledge that my sausages are defrosting in the freezer which erodes the impact of my killer hangover just a little bit.
I aint gonna smile though. Smiling is for losers.
a day of lazing about, drinking beer and a screeched version of 'wouldn't it be nice' a la karaoke and i still feel like shit.
At least I am comfortable in the knowledge that my sausages are defrosting in the freezer which erodes the impact of my killer hangover just a little bit.
I aint gonna smile though. Smiling is for losers.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Kapow!
Drinks cocoa in large quantities
Smoke is released through her overt bubble of stink
Scrumptious slab of meat
yum yum
Lets call our children Fred
"everything we do, see, touch, consume seems to reinforce everything we hate."
Drinks cocoa in large quantities
Smoke is released through her overt bubble of stink
Scrumptious slab of meat
yum yum
Lets call our children Fred
"everything we do, see, touch, consume seems to reinforce everything we hate."
Thursday, May 26, 2005
72 = age 17, turin brakes, mullet man, mornings, mini discs and buses
return of the seth = amazing but so upsetting!
ale = yum
belly = fat
liverpool = what..?
flip flops = heartache
mirror = ambiguous RAGE (ha ha, we'll make a jillys girl out of me yet!)
boys = not men
secrets = i like (though i may have to spill soon, give me a year or two and a bottle of wine and you never know. A whole bottle just for me mind, and ill consider filling you in...like any of you care anyway!)
the thing is, why should you care if i have something that im bursting to tell and even more bursting in my yearning for your curiousity? you shouldnt! Which im sure you dont and thats how it should be. What compels me to publish my thoughts on the internet? why would anyone care what i have to say? Im not a remarkable individual, i havnt done anything of consequence and am certainly not the most skillful writer. I havnt got any new insights into the world so why do people read it? do they even read it? am i just writing to an audience devoid of actual people? are you all just constructs of my highly developed mind? are you all robots? am i a robot? am i really a cat but havnt noticed it yet? does the world carry on turning whilst i am asleep, are babies highly perceptive when they believe that the only reality is that that they experience?
shit, ill bugger off now, time for food!
return of the seth = amazing but so upsetting!
ale = yum
belly = fat
liverpool = what..?
flip flops = heartache
mirror = ambiguous RAGE (ha ha, we'll make a jillys girl out of me yet!)
boys = not men
secrets = i like (though i may have to spill soon, give me a year or two and a bottle of wine and you never know. A whole bottle just for me mind, and ill consider filling you in...like any of you care anyway!)
the thing is, why should you care if i have something that im bursting to tell and even more bursting in my yearning for your curiousity? you shouldnt! Which im sure you dont and thats how it should be. What compels me to publish my thoughts on the internet? why would anyone care what i have to say? Im not a remarkable individual, i havnt done anything of consequence and am certainly not the most skillful writer. I havnt got any new insights into the world so why do people read it? do they even read it? am i just writing to an audience devoid of actual people? are you all just constructs of my highly developed mind? are you all robots? am i a robot? am i really a cat but havnt noticed it yet? does the world carry on turning whilst i am asleep, are babies highly perceptive when they believe that the only reality is that that they experience?
shit, ill bugger off now, time for food!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
OED Online Word of the Day
tolerance, n.
tolerance, n.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Chocolate
Rain
Ex boyfriends
tongue piercings
Monasticism
Sexy walks
Arguments
Kisses
Pizza
Songs in my head
Sandwiches
Old friends
Being bra-less
Defeat
Cryptic messages
Sex
Rain
Ex boyfriends
tongue piercings
Monasticism
Sexy walks
Arguments
Kisses
Pizza
Songs in my head
Sandwiches
Old friends
Being bra-less
Defeat
Cryptic messages
Sex
Saturday, May 21, 2005
So, the clitoral orgasm....
Am so happy, last night was amazing, as always, My Sharona all the way!
How can one song evoke so many feelings and memories?
Smokey just blew kisses at me through the window, the big bear!
Barbara with child, 82. So lovely. Who could have imaginged that the words Slugarse, toots, gazebo, harlot, jezebel, floozy would have ever escaped the little cherub's mouth? Love you lots ginger beard.
Ive got my power back. You better believe it baby.
Oh and Darkmistress, how could I ever forget you, you loon??? Elvis is around the corner. His quiff is faltering in the heat.
Am so happy, last night was amazing, as always, My Sharona all the way!
How can one song evoke so many feelings and memories?
Smokey just blew kisses at me through the window, the big bear!
Barbara with child, 82. So lovely. Who could have imaginged that the words Slugarse, toots, gazebo, harlot, jezebel, floozy would have ever escaped the little cherub's mouth? Love you lots ginger beard.
Ive got my power back. You better believe it baby.
Oh and Darkmistress, how could I ever forget you, you loon??? Elvis is around the corner. His quiff is faltering in the heat.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
i wanna say something cryptic, prolific and kickass.....
nope cant do it.
i'll just sing something that reflects my carefree, dont give a fuck frame of mind, reserved for a god-awful girls night out.
Whitney eat your heart out.
How ironic.
The question remains, should I say yes?
nope cant do it.
i'll just sing something that reflects my carefree, dont give a fuck frame of mind, reserved for a god-awful girls night out.
Whitney eat your heart out.
How ironic.
The question remains, should I say yes?
OED Online Word of the Day
button-hole, v.
[f. prec. n.: in sense 2 app. altered from BUTTON-HOLD. which it has almost superseded.]
1. a. intr. To sew button-holes. b. trans. To sew with button-hole stitch.
1828 [see BUTTON-HOLING below]. 1868 HOLME LEE B. Godfrey xli. 224 Whether button-holing and embroidering or not. 1882 Cassell's Fam. Mag. XCVII. 44 Penwipers..button-holed round with silk.
c. To make button-hole openings in.
1908 Practitioner Oct. 522 The hand is kept in that position..by long strips of adhesive plaster..; these are button~holed over the knuckles to adapt themselves to them.
d. Surg. To make (esp. accidentally) a button-hole incision in.
1907 Practitioner Oct. 530 It may seem impossible to strip off the muco-chondrium without buttonholing it. 1964 S. DUKE-ELDER Parsons' Dis. Eye (ed. 14) xxvii. 423 The dissection is made by sharp-pointed scissors in the sub~conjunctival tissue..care being taken to avoid button~holing the flap.
2. trans. = BUTTON-HOLD.
1862 All Y. Round VII. 381 The man who is button~holed, or held..and must listen to half an hour's harangue about nothing interesting. 1868 H. KINGSLEY Mathilde II. 140 He went about button-holing and boring every one. 1951 ‘A. GARVE’ Murder in Moscow iii. 48 Jeff..had buttonholed a Russian who spoke a few words of English. 1953 Encounter Oct. 58/2 Scientists were free to.publish their findings, talk about them to colleagues (or to anyone else they could buttonhole).
Hence button-holing vbl. n.: also button-holeing, and as ppl. a.
1828 MISS MITFORD Village Ser. III. (1863) 7 The..mysteries of stitching and button-holing. 1862 in Sperber & Trittschuh Amer. Pol. Terms (1962) 68/2 Quarreling, fighting, button-holeing. 1873 Daily News 7 Nov. 5/5 They were subjected to a good deal of button~holing. 1883 Standard 6 Nov. 2/2 After buttonholing, the uniform goes into the hands of the ‘finishers’. 1894 Athenæum 10 Feb. 176/1 The reticence of Mr. Maartens..contrasts vividly enough with the buttonholing familiarity of his English model. 1909 H. G. WELLS Tono-Bungay II. iii. 179 That alluring, button-holeing..style of newspaper advertisement. 1963 Times 13 June 15/5 His book is a button~holing chronicle of daring theft and boudoir hanky-panky
button-hole, v.
[f. prec. n.: in sense 2 app. altered from BUTTON-HOLD. which it has almost superseded.]
1. a. intr. To sew button-holes. b. trans. To sew with button-hole stitch.
1828 [see BUTTON-HOLING below]. 1868 HOLME LEE B. Godfrey xli. 224 Whether button-holing and embroidering or not. 1882 Cassell's Fam. Mag. XCVII. 44 Penwipers..button-holed round with silk.
c. To make button-hole openings in.
1908 Practitioner Oct. 522 The hand is kept in that position..by long strips of adhesive plaster..; these are button~holed over the knuckles to adapt themselves to them.
d. Surg. To make (esp. accidentally) a button-hole incision in.
1907 Practitioner Oct. 530 It may seem impossible to strip off the muco-chondrium without buttonholing it. 1964 S. DUKE-ELDER Parsons' Dis. Eye (ed. 14) xxvii. 423 The dissection is made by sharp-pointed scissors in the sub~conjunctival tissue..care being taken to avoid button~holing the flap.
2. trans. = BUTTON-HOLD.
1862 All Y. Round VII. 381 The man who is button~holed, or held..and must listen to half an hour's harangue about nothing interesting. 1868 H. KINGSLEY Mathilde II. 140 He went about button-holing and boring every one. 1951 ‘A. GARVE’ Murder in Moscow iii. 48 Jeff..had buttonholed a Russian who spoke a few words of English. 1953 Encounter Oct. 58/2 Scientists were free to.publish their findings, talk about them to colleagues (or to anyone else they could buttonhole).
Hence button-holing vbl. n.: also button-holeing, and as ppl. a.
1828 MISS MITFORD Village Ser. III. (1863) 7 The..mysteries of stitching and button-holing. 1862 in Sperber & Trittschuh Amer. Pol. Terms (1962) 68/2 Quarreling, fighting, button-holeing. 1873 Daily News 7 Nov. 5/5 They were subjected to a good deal of button~holing. 1883 Standard 6 Nov. 2/2 After buttonholing, the uniform goes into the hands of the ‘finishers’. 1894 Athenæum 10 Feb. 176/1 The reticence of Mr. Maartens..contrasts vividly enough with the buttonholing familiarity of his English model. 1909 H. G. WELLS Tono-Bungay II. iii. 179 That alluring, button-holeing..style of newspaper advertisement. 1963 Times 13 June 15/5 His book is a button~holing chronicle of daring theft and boudoir hanky-panky
Monday, May 16, 2005
I was after pictures of your own exquisite beauty fairest maiden
Sunday, May 15, 2005
life often equals shit.
sun often equals grumpiness.
music often equals incessant noise.
people often equal annoyance.
mess often equals internal anguish.
bitchiness often equals bad karma.
conversely, the sum of happiness is easily obtainable. if everyone would just bugger off.*
*i don't mean that really, just wanted to be elusive. ive had an aversion to something and can't stop itching so am in a bad mood, baaaaaaaaaaaaad mooooooood.
sun often equals grumpiness.
music often equals incessant noise.
people often equal annoyance.
mess often equals internal anguish.
bitchiness often equals bad karma.
conversely, the sum of happiness is easily obtainable. if everyone would just bugger off.*
*i don't mean that really, just wanted to be elusive. ive had an aversion to something and can't stop itching so am in a bad mood, baaaaaaaaaaaaad mooooooood.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
An extract from Mark Twain's Innocents Abroad concerning Abelard and Heloise:
The tons of sentiment I have wasted on that unprincipled humbug in my ignorance! I shall throttle down my emotions hereafter, about this sort of people, until I have read them up and know whether they are entitled to any tearful attentions or not. I wish I had my immortelles back, now, and that bunch of radishes.
Seems like im not the only one concerned with radishes.
The tons of sentiment I have wasted on that unprincipled humbug in my ignorance! I shall throttle down my emotions hereafter, about this sort of people, until I have read them up and know whether they are entitled to any tearful attentions or not. I wish I had my immortelles back, now, and that bunch of radishes.
Seems like im not the only one concerned with radishes.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
'tortuously expressed', ill give you tortuously expressed, try reading this blog mate, see if you can decipher anything of that. who wants to make sense anyway? baldy.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
extract from 'on the turn', Wednesday, August 20, 2003
when i get home from work, i am gripped by the fear that something terrible has happened to my sister since i left the house in the morning, leaving her bedridden all day.
then i remember shes just this side of lazy and can't be arsed tidying the house.
ha
when i get home from work, i am gripped by the fear that something terrible has happened to my sister since i left the house in the morning, leaving her bedridden all day.
then i remember shes just this side of lazy and can't be arsed tidying the house.
ha
beach boys, sound as a pound.
katies birthday. hedonistic.
parents and brothers, endearingly loveable.
the name rose, true to my heart. love you darling, notice that your name was number 991 for boys in 1910-1919, follow the link:
http://www.behindthename.com/top/search.php?terms=rose&popterm=&gender=both
going commando, what can i say?! simply delightful, a sensation that never fails to make me glow.
There really and truly is so much to say but for once i am content with retaining information for my own perusal. which is nice really. feel like siting in a room full of balldancing old people, silently observing with a smile on my face rocking back and forth in my velvet posture embracing seat. which is odd really,considering the fact that the escapades of last night have left an imprint upon my physical wellbeing. i feel safe in the knowledge that itll be alright in the end.
that is, providing i become a hermit and wear bermuda shorts to dazzle my fans away from me. can be done.
katies birthday. hedonistic.
parents and brothers, endearingly loveable.
the name rose, true to my heart. love you darling, notice that your name was number 991 for boys in 1910-1919, follow the link:
http://www.behindthename.com/top/search.php?terms=rose&popterm=&gender=both
going commando, what can i say?! simply delightful, a sensation that never fails to make me glow.
There really and truly is so much to say but for once i am content with retaining information for my own perusal. which is nice really. feel like siting in a room full of balldancing old people, silently observing with a smile on my face rocking back and forth in my velvet posture embracing seat. which is odd really,considering the fact that the escapades of last night have left an imprint upon my physical wellbeing. i feel safe in the knowledge that itll be alright in the end.
that is, providing i become a hermit and wear bermuda shorts to dazzle my fans away from me. can be done.
there is so much for me to say, there really is.
