The General Election mass debate (arf arf) has now invaded the three remaining areas of my life: work, play, home. This wouldn't annoy me half as much if I actually had the vote ( Read more... )

www.emorangers.com ( Read more... )

I've always wondered where the phrase "biting the bullet" comes from. Thought it might have been something to do with war ( Read more... )

I am single and broke. I got my drink spiked on Friday. My mum found weed that wasn't actually mine in my jeans the next morning. I stepped in a scalding hot cup of tea, and then on my cactus. A can of soup fell on my head. I pulled off a hangnail and it shredded halfway down my thumb. My prescription for my contacts has changed, so I'm getting a ( Read more... )

When something slips through your fingers, stand around looking nonchalant and pretend you weren't actually trying to catch it.

Somehow I managed to get an A2 for drama. This mark was apparently thought up AFTER the exam, which I thought I was a right kumquat in, but hoorah. And The Bearded One seemed to be reasonably pleased with my portfolio, so ha! I win! Sort of ( Read more... )

... leaving eighteen dead and one man with irreversible trombone insertion ( Read more... )

Exam is over. If I do say so, it was a bit of a shambles. Still. It happened, and I didn't pass out when doing that heavy breathing thing, or collapse/go blind/explode under the studio lights - although saying that they do make my scar itch. Probably pain-memory association or something ( Read more... )

The albums I shall buy before Christmas (hopefully when I get a fucking job *seethes* are, in no particular order ( Read more... )

"Could you meet me at Gidea park station at 2?"
"Of course. Is everything alright? x"
"Not really. Need to talk."

Oh bugger. Oh fuck. Oh Christ. He's leaving me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Well. This is what you get for being a hypocritical know-it-all I guess.

Bugger arse wank.

Fuck shit cunt bollocks.

I am so screwed.