Monthly Archives: June 2006

Let it not be today, but a year from now; just for the variety.

Tomorrow I’m going to hand in my notice, then work for a month and that’s it. Last night I dreamed I was trying to find my boss so I could hand her the envelope but everywhere I went she had just left, and after a while I realized she was hiding from me and my

Unknown tune

The best songs of my life, I have heard with my ear pressed against a wall.

DONT U WANT 2 TOK LIEK M3?!?!? OMG

Ahh, there is a God. I found a site which ‘translates’ text you type into the style of a 12 year old. The kind of 12 year old who says LIEK instead of like. This is what I put in: Good sir, I salute you and beg you most feverently not to harm my wife,

Power will be restored momentarily

Do you ever feel that your soul kind of short circuits? Like, something happens that renders it temporarily unusable and non functioning? Sometimes I just shut down, and I go through all the daily routines without thinking or feeling. Thank God for best friends, good friends and new friends. Without them I think I’d just

Whew, finally!

My blog was down for about two days because of some DNS troubles on Dreamhost. Whoops! It’s funny how many posts you suddenly think about writing when all of a sudden you can’t. Anyway, I’m in much better spirits now compared to my last post. While my blog was down I decided to upgrade my

Back Home

Oh my god. I am turning into a cliche, and soon I will be one of those slightly bitter, bronzed people you meet on their travels; the kind of person who walks into your life and out of it again, because they are running from something ‘back home’ that messed them up, some twisted love

Here’s a maths problem for all you… maths buffs. Or something.

If I am about 300% less nervous about meeting R tonight than I was on Monday, how many meetings will it take before I am not nervous at all? *ponders* Maybe it has more to do with quality rather than quantity. Can you belive I’m missing the eviction of the most hated person in Big

How the hell…

…can a single bolt of lightning kill 70 goats in one go? Well, apparantly it can. And the goatherd survived, yayness. He was under a different tree. I knew the weather had been strange lately.

And… exhale.

Well, meeting up with R went about a billion times better than expected I was expecting it to be – at best – non confrontational and fairly pleasant. It turned out to be non confrontational and really really incredibly nice. He wasn’t an ogre, I wasn’t mean, we talked for a long long time, saw

Now lets all just take a deep breath, shall we?

Popping out to the shop today should have taken about 10 minutes, and it took more like 30. It’s hot, there are long queues of sweating grumbling people, everyone’s on edge. I think it’s safe to say that the British don’t do hot weather very well. In the newsagent a women put her Oyster card