Some are born to sobriety and clean living, some achieve it naturally, and some have it thrust rudely upon them.

I feel I fall into the latter camp. So much so that, indeed, the very idea of rude thrusting is a novel one at this point.

( So what’s been happening? )

S'been a busy week's work, really. 6 days, 7 1/2 shifts, about 50 hours at work during which I've been threatened by the bomb squad (don't ask), I've been made to smell faintly of cheese (you really don't want to know why. Trust me.) and I've had to put on my Little Rubber Gloves of Doom from the Control of Substances Hazardous to Health cupboard ( Read more... )

It does appear that I am now made of singleness and fail. The latter part is well-known, the former part something of a surprise.

Boo.

Incidentally, it must be said that having the dumping being done over the internet really is becoming rather an aggravating habit. 'specially when you've been out job-hunting and haven't been obsessively ( Read more... )

Or rather, a corollary to a lesson I've failed to learn previously. That being, 'going out while suffering from a relatively immobilising injury is a bad idea ( Read more... )

But I haven't been doing all that much of interest. Instead, I have been living in interesting times, which is a state of affairs that holds at most a superficial resemblance to more pleasurable activities.

Explanations later. I aten't dead, though. ;)

So. Being at a loose end as I was earlier in the week (and, more to the point, at a loose end and in a reasonably good financial situation) I decided to meet up with a few old acquaintances.

( Details here. Discusses several vaguely unpleasant topics, as well as sex. You Have Been Warned. )

I really shouldn't leave myself logged in when smoke_rising comes around.

I also smell of poo, and have an expression like a particularly stupid hamster.
I have a flatulence problem, particularly during romantic loveydovey sex.

Poo!

How have I spent the last few days?

Discussing the finer points of religious philosophy and playing a game about parliamentary democracy.

I think I need to go out. Urgently.

He turned to me and said, 'I've noticed you get a lot of insulting comments on your appearance.. but I've also seen you get eyed up a few times ( Read more... )

So, another year closer to death, the dissolution of the flesh, and the embrace of the grave.

In my inimitably cheery way, I have just three words to say on the subject: I aten't dead.

(yet)

Okay, okay, three words and a fourth in parentheses...