Monday, October 30, 2006

Song 13 off Bleach*

This is just filler.

If you're a new visitor, please note: I'm not usually such a dismal fucker. A confluence of circumstances has collaborated to curb my cheer, if you believe in such things.

I feel: a steel band around my chest, getting tighter.

I am: in a prison of my own making.

And: the water heater's gone again.

I've spent: A month's wages in three days.

More to life: Study, work; work study?

To do list: Be a man, get to grips, own your shit, get to fuck.

In summary: I have nothing good to say right now.

I want to escape.

Besides all that, I fucking hate this time of year.

Grrr. Arrrgh.

*also song 10 on Incesticide.


Kav blathered this crap:

Quit complaining and do something about it, ya fuckin mong.

Kav blathered this crap:

kav: Fuck off, arsehole.

Annie Rhiannon blathered this crap:

What was song 13 off Bleach? I forget.

Anyway, this is all very 90s and depressing. Cheer yourself up by listening to Paris Hilton's debut record and getting some botox.

AM - the reader in Belgium blathered this crap:

This time of year I like... leaves changing colours on the trees, and crisp sunny mornings to walk to work in.

But don't even fucking think of talking to me in from December through to March.

And water heaters are cunts. As are plumbers.

Debbie blathered this crap:

Keep your chin up. A sad Kav makes me sad.

boudica of suburbia blathered this crap:

This time of year = bit shit all round I think.

I'm thinking of holding a bloggers-only 'moping and drinking' session as we're all such miserable cunts at the moment.

Kav blathered this crap:

annie: It was called "Downer".

You know, my friend works for the only company in the world that makes Botox, over in t'wesht of Ireland. He's very proud of this. Good man, Paul.

am: I like it when you comment. I do like the Autumn aspect of this time of year, as in all the nice nature shit. It's the lack of light that screws me up though, I think.

debbie: I hate feeling like this, but it never lasts too long.

boudica: Sounds good, first round's on me.

Annie Rhiannon blathered this crap:

Hmm. I see. In which case, I'm not really getting the Mexican Seafood reference.

Taihae blathered this crap:

cheer up, luv. when i feel like that, i like to go to the most crowded, drunken street on a weekend and pick a fight with a random inebriated asshole. though, being female, they wont hit me. i just get to douse them with wit and irony till they beg for mercy.

Michael blathered this crap:

Dude is it just women that read your blog? Not that I can talk as it's only you and my mum reading mine :-.

Anyway pop over to my blog, I had a great day, apart from breaking up with girlfriend it's a real party in my life right now! :) You should at least crack a little smile when you see what happened to me on the way home...

Shame you live so far away or I would buy the first round for sure!

The Swearing Lady blathered this crap:

You're broke, I'm broke
Let's get together for a poke*

*Not really. Was that Galway slang or am I insane?

Fat Sparrow blathered this crap:

Kav -- Awwww, poor Kav! :::grabs Kav, stuffs his head in my ample bosom, pets his hair::: There there, there there. Cheer up, I'm bound to win the Lottery some decade, really. Boudica's got the right idea, and conveniently, I just bought my quarterly allotment of liquor. Down yer neck.

And thanks for reminding me that the ex-husband took all my Nirvana CDs, and I've never been able to afford to replace them.

Taihae -- Being a girl does rock sometimes, doesn't it?

Michael -- Kav does get all the pussy just thrown at him, doesn't he?

Kav blathered this crap:

annie: Goosed, I must've picked the wrong song. I thought Downer was #10 on Incesticide. Curse your encyclopedic knowledge!

taihae: You girls have it so easy. Drinking, pulling, childbirth...hmm, hang on a sec.

michael: I'm making up for real life with my blog. I don't know, to tell you the truth. Women just seem to seek me out. (yaw, yaw)

TSL: As long as you won't charge me. Not sure if that's just local slang or not, but can't say I've really heard it outside Galway.

FS: You always know just what to say. You're fucked now though, cos all your booze is gone. *burps*