I'm not very good at this temporary relocation lark.

I miss having someone to talk to about things.

I have things to talk about now.

[I saw Thirteen, The Manson Family docufilum and Spun and I wouldn't recommend them to anyone]

Hand me some black hair dye and a pair of scissors.

Think of everything good in your life, then remove it.
Think of all the bad in your life, then remove it.

That is my life.

Most of you are aware of my investigation into the character, composition and effects of Smints ( Read more... )

That ( Read more... )

There is great comfort in empathetic bitching about office life with friends or strangers ( Read more... )

I am miserable.

My life has become a quest for distraction from itself.

Today I was paid to play Minesweeper [the computer version] and phone Steph, yarr. The person who knows what I'm supposed to do is still off and I'm like spare wheel with a high affinity for monies. Apparently I've accrued over a day's paid holiday...awesome. I won't be allowed to use it though....not awesome. Maybe I'll use it at the end ( Read more... )

Today I was given a hefty stack of paper and told to tick off the ones that matched the spreadsheet [a DIFFERENT spreadsheet from my .xls of Death]. I can't believe they paid me for it. I really don't mind brain-dead work like that...more please ( Read more... )

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is the aces. Darkly wacky, all singing all dancing technicolour romp through the book. Though I understand why they change the ending, I wasn't overly impressed by it, but it were reet good. Johnny Depp in a safari hat will always cheer me up ( Read more... )