Reading over my previous entries makes me mentally retch. Less of the loved-up-ness please.

If I'm gonna post everyday can I be boring please? I'd like to start by moaning about how tired I am, then complaining about how much work I have to do and end by saying I'll go now because I can't think of anything else to say. I'm a failure as a serial poster!!

Just home from church. I'd forgotten how boring it is but it does give me a feeling of extraordinary smugness. Look at me, the model human being.

Big shout-out to my loyal readership of, um, one, two...? Ruairi's having trouble making friends. Maybe he should do an evening course and work on his social skills.

1. Wallpapering a wall as opposed to any other surfaces
2. Not blaming the cat for things that are going wrong in my life
3. Not breaking the five cups of tea per day rule
4. Being neighbourly for a sustained period of time
5. Unglazing eyes, though they were artistic and damn sexy
6. Fitting an episode of Frasier into my routine

Down with caffeine. Petie and I went herbal. Tanned bastard. Green tea and grass was the order of the day in his old man's newest semi-d. We played table tennis and read eachothers minds. Man.

Remind me to see Last Days.

Today I cleaned like there was no tomorrow. My fingerprints have been burnt away. Peter is back from Spain and I need to see him post haste. I suspect he is an emotional wreck also. Should be fun. Frappuccino is in order.

Hello. Still not fit for human consumption but have finished wallowing. Destroyed Fiona's postcard in a public ceremony. There was chanting and flailing of limbs and a rendition of Jeff Buckley's Corpus Christi Carol by Pumpkin, the next-door's shitzu. The parental units have gone on the Grande Middle of Life Roadtrip as part of the paternal one's ( Read more... )

Home from garish night in The Watering Hole. Lock-in. Just ate salad bowl of Kellogs Crunchy Nut Feast and innards hurt. Got postcard from Fiona on Friday. Wish she hadn't done that. Why did she have to show me that I still cross her mind? I don't like the way she can get at me from a billion miles away. I kissed a girl tonight. A girl that you ( Read more... )

Hmmmm........

Fiona who? Isn't she that monkey girl?
I enjoyed being heart-broken. I love having an excuse to be miserable. I seem to have recovered though. Damn. I woke up this morning and methodically thought of her and felt something bordering on indifference. Score.