OK, so the earlier post hasn't made a dent in my current disaffection. Writing about all of you just dragged me down further into an incestuous cesspit of morbidity. OK, That's a lie. You didn't. You're all nice. Honest. Here, have a cookie ( Read more... )

So in a bid to lift my depression, or at the very least shift my attention from depressive thoughts, I've decided to jump on this bandwagon. The whole describing your Friends List thing. Only, the anonymity element really bugs the Hell out of me. So, I won't bother with such pretence. I'm gonna list your name and a few words afterwards. Nothing is ( Read more... )

I feel myself slipping into a depression.

 

In many ways, I hate my days off. I have nothing productive to fill them with except my own thoughts, which are scary enough. I've no friends, being online 24/7 is not really an option and masturbating several times until you're ejaculating pure salt gets old real quick. So, right now I'm feeling very asexual, very alone and very bored. I do have ( Read more... )

Chilled, ripe Honeydew melon is the most delicious food on this Earth.

Experienced the worst weekend of work in my life. With Air Canada unwilling to pay overtime to cover vacation and sickness, four men were left doing eight men's work. The air was humid, the work was constant and the management kept on our backs, the arrogant fucks. I felt like Roy Scheider in Jaws when he utters the line "How bout chummin' summa ( Read more... )

No wonder the Evil regime ultimately failed with the stormtroopers in charge. By God, this model force of fearsomely accurate marksmen can't hit a barndoor with a banjo. Darth Vader may aswell have employed Oompa-Loompas. Which would have made a much more surreal film, I think you'll agree.

Oompa Loompa, doopity-doo ( Read more... )

My name is Michael and I snore. Big time. Embarrasingly so. And yet, it is quite impressive how I can generate a thunderous cadence that has the ability to move furniture across a well-kept carpet. It's partially hereditary - both my parents could represent Great Britain should the Olympic committee feel like introducing some outlandish new ( Read more... )

So, those who have been reading my LJ for a long time, like a year or more, will know that when I went to America last year, there was a furore in the town in which Kerry lives at the prospect of McDonald's setting up shop less than 100yards from Kerry's house, on a derelict lot. Derelict for sure, for much less of an eyesore than a fire engine red ( Read more... )