January 25th, 2011
|11:44 pm - Oh FFS|
Half my facebook front page is taken up by my schemie ex-classmates pointing and lauging at My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. Christ, pot and kettle.
In other news, I took The Great British Class Survey. Now I'm officially one of those pretentious gits who says they're working class even though they have a degree and a house and stuff.
Hurm, class and entitlement and being on a mission and stuff. I feel another enormous totally self-involved post coming on. I might favour you all with that at the weekend.
In other news, I'm bored of house stuff already. Can we get to cats yet? P is starting to make backing out noises about getting two cats but there is no way. They are coming.
Hey, on a related note: names. One is going to be called Burger after my imaginary cat from when I was a kid. Yes, imaginary cat. The other one I'd like to call after our neighbour's cat at home, Tinker, who used to come to the house and knock heads with my dad. But Tinker? As in, the very probably quite derogatory word for gypsies in Scotland?
January 22nd, 2011
We seem to have bought a house. Has anyone had their kitchen done in London recently? We need to get quotes for a kitchen/conservatory type effort v v soon.
|01:16 pm - I love Croydon central library|
I do, but why is it that the women who use the library seem unable to use a toilet? The looks look like nightclub loos at 4 in the morning. There's wee sprinkled ALL OVER all the toilet seats, and some on the toilet floor as well.
January 20th, 2011
|10:26 pm - feckless|
Our publication is out tomorrow! This quarter we started a day early thus requiring me to get up so early I have not seen daylight since SATURDAY. The object was not to be checking at 7pm on the day before publication: it did not work. Boss fiddled obsessively and pointlessly for another 5 hours: signed off at ten to 7. Then got drunk. Eee! Drunk on the train. My colleagues are LOVELY and I may have told them that. What a life eh?
January 4th, 2011
I was actually in work until the 31st specifically so as not to feel like I was returning to some sort of improbable nightmare on the fist day back of the new year. It didn't work. This is hideous. Do I really do this every day?
December 20th, 2010
It's cold and I am tired. Should I take a bath? But then if I do, Monday night becomes the night I took a bath, it can't be anything else, so maybe I will piss about on the blooming computer for another hour and a bit and then halfheartedly watch Newsnight and then have to go to bed.
November 21st, 2010
November 1st, 2010
1. Our water went off! Then it went back on again, while we were asking our neighbour whether her water was off. Now she thinks we're nutters.
2. I saw Boris Johnson on his bike on London Bridge this morning. Aw. I know that Boris is the Tories' way of nicking your sweeties while distracting you with kittens, but I do just want to ruffle his silly hair whenever I see him.
3. I did my fastest 5k since about 2003 tonight, yay. It was good: it always lifts my mood. For most of the day I felt alternately mopey and anxious which is my own fault for listening to sad music the whole day. I don't know though... every year I scrabble for happiness at this time, but I'm thinking I might just go with the flow and be miserable this time. Unhappiness can be transformative, and it would be reassuring to know that there is a bottom to how unhappy I can get. That's probably a bit mental, I don't know.
October 17th, 2010
I had a flashback to my previous life as a chemist.
I'm trying to find somewhere online to order this conditioner I buy at the hairdressers. What you need to know about me, right, I come across like some kind of odd ascetic because I never throw away anything that's working and I wear a jacket that is 15 years old. But it's not that I'm not into material possessions: I'm just really, really hard to please. The reason I'm still wearing that jacket is because I've been looking for a nicer one for the last 15 years and as yet have been unsuccessful.
So, to the conditioner. I never buy any of this shit because my hair is a lost cause and because every conditioner is the same. But not this stuff. Thiis stuff is like a fucking time machine. It gives me the hair that I had when I was 12 years old: all shiny and bouncy and I can get a comb through it without pain. Marvellous.
Anyway it's kind of expensive, so I'm looking for it cheap on the web. So I look up the name: aqua oleum. So for me, oleum is fuming sulfuric acid. When you mix it with water the dissolved sulfur trioxide reacts with the water, gets very hot - hot enough to boil - and boom you've just etched a negative of yourself going "aargh" on the opposite wall. I suppose they didn't really have me in mind when they were naming it though.
God I am so bored today. I've just taken the decision of my life and the WHOLE WORLD is open for me, I can do whatever I want. So what do I want to do? It's immobilising.