tits, guns and anarchy

I got a mosquito bite on the apex of my cheek bone last night and now it has swollen and looks odd. I went out with zoric and got rather drunk, i'm not entirely sure how I managed to cycle home without incident. We had some good chats and laughs about various topics, we are hanging out again on sunday, hopefully it will not be drizzly.

I had to go to rushden today to sort out a few bank bits. while i was there i got another ear piercing and bought a jack adaptor but for some reason I can't figure out how to set my big speakers as the output for my laptop, all this technology bollocks annoys the crap out of me. I went to asda and did a good shop, purchases included houmous, doritos, juice, milk and double mother fucking stuffed oreos! they are the shit!

I decided that bust of the metal gear solid 4 this arvo, it being over a year since last playing it, i made the right decision, it's got that new and exciting feeling again, good times with old snake.

Tonight, for dinner, I am making spaghetti and meatballs, the meatballs i am stuffing with mozzarella cheese because I am a kitchen wizard! I can't wait for dinner, it's going to be some righteous eats! Lots of garlic and mushrooms are also involved in the nights meal. wicked sick. I'm gona play some more MGS4, eat my dinner and chillax to the max. Aint doing anything hefty tonight due to work tomorrow, bla bla asda crappy poo pants.

Why can't i figure this laptop speaks thing out.

Bah fucking humbug.

mega tattoo get

I finally got me a tattoo, the smiley face badge that the Comedian from Watchmen wears on his harness. I do so love Watchmen, totally geeked out on that one. I have been working a lot on my OU assignment the past few days, a lovely poem about how much i love asda. in the past few days i have watched bringing out the dead, daybreakers and i am currently watching bad lieutenant all three have been pleasing. I went to watch the Arbitors band practise last night then went back to toms to have a few beers and hang out, it was good times. I have bleached my hair, it's a bit on the orange side, i need to do it again to get it ice blonde.

I cant really be bothered to write anything else, rest assured you (my humble reader) are not missing out on anything.

fuck you later.

a little poem about work...

Employment…

I hate my job, it drains my soul.

It could be worse;

I was on the dole.

Fortnightly degradation.

I arrange the veg,

It brings me no joy.

Lifeless potatoes gazing,

Judging from their mass grave.

The minutes pass like hours,

I spend them stacking fruit.

Truly the most fruitless,

of all fruitless tasks.

Relief washes over me;

Lunch break has arrived.

Not a moment too soon,

I am released from my duties.

The once endless minutes;

Now rush past like seconds.

My thirty-minute respite ends,

And the drudgery of work beckons.

The penetrating cold of industry,

bores its way into my depths.

Eternally festering within me,

no heat can soothe my woe.

Conversing with name-tagged friends;

it aids in breaking the lull.

But still this day never ends.

This is truly the epitome of dull.

My mind colludes with notions of mutiny.

There must be some way out.

My pointless role imprisons me.

Why must it be this way?

My final hours approach.

The shift will soon be at its end.

The footsteps of freedom near,

and my spirit is finally lifted.

Alas the day has drawn to a close.

I am no longer a monotony-withered prisoner,

clad in my bright green death shrouds.

Tomorrow, however, it all begins again.

Epic tattoo fail. A few days of stuff.

So I went to northampton to take my meticulously designed tattoo to Phil's to get it priced up for the next day... they told me there was too much detail for the size and that they would have to resize it and I would have to come back the next day for the inking. After leaving Phil's I went to meet stuart at his halls in Northampton. We hung out, i met his flat mates and we drank some beer. After drinking some more beer, eating some homemade pate and listening to a random assortment of music we went out to a club night at the union bar opposite Stuart's flat. It was much fun, the drinks were very cheap, so cheap that I didn't mind buying drinks for random people. I had my very first Jaegerbomb, it was nice so I had another one. After a few hours of drinking, smoking and dancing we went back to stuarts flat where he and a couple of his mates stayed up for ages smoking weed and listening to music, i bowed out and fell asleep on his bed. The next morning we sat in a hungover state while watching some Animals of Farthing Wood. Fox is the coolest, he's a proper cockney spiv, he sounds like danny from Withnail and I. I went back to Phil's that afternoon to find out they hadn't resized my tattoo, hence the title 'Epic tattoo fail'. I still plan on getting a tatto in the very near future, something small on the forearm, I need to think about the celtic knot and redesign it to a more suitable size.

The next day (thursday derrrrr) i am currently listening to black sheep by metric, it's goooood. I went to wellingborough train station to meet louise, a friend from uni, she was coming up for the day so we could go for a drink and catch up. On the way to the train station I was thinking I wished I had brought a scarf with me, just as i thought that I looked to the right to see a scarf hanging of a fence, I am not ashamed to say I took it, maybe I should be. We got some lunch at a place called Ollie's, it was tasty good make feel nice. Had a good'un on thursday, went back to mine, watched withnail and I, naomi had joined us by this point (i'm glad we can still be friends and hang out after everything that happened) had a few drinks, had something to eat then went down to the duke, Louise got rather drunk (hehe) when we got back to mine we watched some black books and called it a night.

I had work the next day, it was crap as always. Watched some southpark when i got back then slept.

Went to work today, still crud. Going to make a seafood stirfry for dinner. Oohh yarrrrr.

I forgot to mention that Stuart gave me a huge jar of Skippy peanut butter, i was so very chuffed! It would have cost me about 12 quid in a shop, cashback!

end of transmission.

the weekend and today

Today is valentines day, how very blaaa.

The weekend consisted mainly of feelings of drunkenness and anxiety, and a really nice jacket potato from the green dragon. I'm so fed up feeling anxious a lot of the time it is a most unenjoyable feeling. Watched some Dirty Sanchez last night before falling asleep, it amused and sickened me simultaneously, I suppose the intended effect. I perspired a lot in my sleep, it's probably related to the anxiety. I was woken up at about 10.20 by the tesco shop delivery man, creating some what of a dichotomy in my sleepy mind because I was happy that I had some food but annoyed that I had to get out of bed. But oh well, food is good so I suppose it was worth the awakening.

I have had quite a good day today. Did some reading while listening to the soundtrack from The Two Towers, it was very relaxing. Then i took my lowrider up to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription, while I was there I booked myself a medication review for later that day. After getting back and having a glass of delicious apple juice I started working on my tattoo designs. Just as I was starting to make progress I had to go back to the doctors for my meds review. This was very helpful as my anxiety medication isn't helping completely. The doctor wrote me a new prescription for something called... I can't remember and can't be bothered to go downstairs and have a look. It begins with an F and is apparently a much better anti anxiety drug, the doctor said it would calm me down, I hope it is the right medication for me.

I got home and worked lots more on the tattoo designs while listening to more soundtrack from Lord of the Rings. Finally came up with a design that I really like and I'm really excited about getting it done on wednesday.

I think I'm going to make a venison curry tonight.

a day of the 5th variety

Today my lunch was a veritable juxtaposition, i had a pate and crisp sandwich, it was nice. Kim rang me this morning, it woke me up but i didn't mind, it was good to hear from her. Talking to her really made me want to go away on an adventure of my own. It sounds most enjoyable in Australia. I didn't help Nik with his car in the end, by the time i went over there it was all done, cursed by my own laziness again. I decided i really want a tattoo, the celtic knot from king crimson's discipline album (this has very personal significance) with sun rays coming out from it. I suck at designing tattoos so have asked Naomi to do it for me. I plan on taking it to phil's on tuesday and booking my slot for wednesday, this will be good because i am spending tuesday night in northampton.

I decided I would spend my last pound on a large bar of aero as I have been craving chocolate for the past few days, i had a curly whirly lying around but they're just rubbish. Money tomorrow, then i can buy all the tattoos, chocolate spread and beer i want, hooray.

I wanted to make an ankh pendant, so i did. i used twigs from the garden and wrapped string around them before attaching the finished article to a beaded necklace already in my possession. This can be seen in the image at the top bellow the Discipline album cover. I have work tomorrow, i fear it will be dreary, but i can have a beer afterwards, waaahoooooo. Should i be getting so excited over the prospect of being able to buy beer? I think I may watch a clockwork orange later, but i want to wait until i have finished the book before watching the film again, so i think i will do that. My hair needs re-dying.

the 4th day

Wednesday 9th

I think i'm going to stop writing about my morning routines, they are pretty much the same every day. From now on, unless something interesting happens, i shall not write about mornings.

I didn't sleep brilliantly last night, which was annoying because I was really tired. However, despite my interrupted sleep I didn't feel too bad this morning. My clockwork orange bluray was delivered this morning, i'm looking forward to watching it, especially the documentaries that come with it.

I went to the post office, without money, because I was quite sure I could pick up a few bits and pay them on friday morning because I have 1 pound. I got a really nice loaf, some milk and some cheese. I made an epic sandwich for my lunch, the bread was so soft i felt like i could have rested my had on a slice and it would have been more comfortable than a pillow. But bread is meant for eating, not resting on.

I watched Whiteout, it was good, better than i thought it would be.

I cycled to the surgery to put in my repeat prescription and on the way back I dropped in on Nik. He invited me over to help him with his car tomorrow, it should be fun, i like doing hands on stuff and learning new things.

Chicken and mushroom pasta bake for dinner, it was nice. I like cooking.

Child abduction is not funny.

I watched 30 days of night, which was also really good, much better than i thought it would be, i looked up the sequal on IMDB but i looks like a piece of shit, very far removed from the first one. So fuck that.

I spoke to my mum today, she told me she has booked us a short holiday while I'm out visiting her , we will be travelling there by sea plane apparently. It sounds like it will be good.

I could really go for a cold can of stella right now, i'm fed up of having no money. only a few days to go...

Day 3

Tuesday 8th

The usual morning routine ensued upon waking from my peaceful slumber. Although a lack of Belgian waffles forced me to have a crumpet for breakfast instead, accompanied by the obligatory cup of tea. The majority of the morning was spent watching southpark and looking for manson rarities and covers. I had to go down to the post office to pick up a parcel and get some milk, using a small portion of the couple pounds i had left to last me until friday. My films from lovefilm had arrived that morning, 3o days of night and whiteout, i decided I would watch them both tomorrow because I had work at 5 and was meeting Rosh at about half 3 for a couple of glasses of wine. I had to cycle to work because i had no money for the bus, i didn't really mind because it was sunny and mildly warm.

On my cycle to meet Rosh i listened to manson, why am i listening to so much manson at the moment. I bumped into Zoric and Karenna on the way, they were outside their house about to take the dogs for a walk, we spoke briefly and then i was on my way again. I met Rosh at the church yard, we drank red wine from plastic cups and chatted for an hour or so, it was enjoyable, but when it came time to go to work I couldn't be bothered, would much rather have continued drinking.

Work was work, same old stuff, it wasn't too bad but by no means enjoyable. After work I was extremely bothered to discover that some little fuck-bag waste of organs had taken the LED light from the front of my bike, but at least they didn't slash my tires. I figured I would need a light for cycling down the duel carriage way so on my way home I stopped at Zoric and Karenna's house to see if i could borrow a torch. I ended up with the huge 95 LED torch that I had bought for Zoric for his birthday in October. It is very bright and aided me well on my ride home.

When I got in I had a cup of tea and watched some more southpark.

Day 2

Monday 7th February.

I woke up too early this morning, I had been out with Zoric the night before, he bought be some stella because i have no money until friday when i get paid. I woke up with my usual morning craving for peanut butter so i went down stairs and ate some out the jar, some honey too, and washed the whole lot down with some cravendale milk, the best kind of milk i think. When i went back to bed i couldn't sleep, i felt anxious and stayed awake for an hour or so trying to stop feeling anxious. eventually I managed to get back to sleep for a couple of hours and awoke again at about 11.30 feeling much better. I decided to celebrate my recovery with a belgian waffle and a glass of really nice apple juice. Just before preparing my breakfast I opened the couple of parcels that had been delivered. It was a leather jacket and pair of skinny jeans i had been expecting. the jacket is a really good fit and i like it a lot, the jeans are a little too skinny and make my legs look retardedly thin so I'm not sure if i will ever wear them.

I gave the kitchen a proper clean this afternoon while listening to marilyn manson really loud. then after that tidied my room up a bit also while listening to marilyn manson really loud, it was most enjoyable. I wanted to go out and do something today but couldn't think of anything so ended up staying in all day. I found out that marilyn manson has a new album coming out this year, hopefully it will be good, the last album was good but not as good as the earlier stuff. I made a pizza for dinner, completely from scratch, i made up some ciabattta dough and topped it with a veg and bacon tomato sauce type thing, it was nice, i was marginally proud of myself for making a pizza from scratch.

I'm not really sure what to do with the evening, i'll probably just end up watching a film or something, something with simon pegg.

End of transmission.

Day 1

sunday February 6th.

I woke up from strange dreams mainly influenced by mass effect 2 and an episode of south park i had been watching the night before. i was still tired but felt like eating a belgian waffle and having a cup of tea. so that's what i did. i think top gear was on while i ate, for me, top gear has become the televisual equivalent of cannabis; it's probably not that bad for me but it makes me feel ok with being bored and there's always something far more productive i could be doing.

I wanted to go on a bike ride today but it was really windy and cycling in the wind is rubbish. i spent a while trying to figure out how to use paypal on itunes but couldn't figure it out, which annoyed me because i wanted to buy a few tracks from the clockwork orange soundtrack. I have it on vinyl but it lacks portability. vexed by my technological foe i decided to charge up my very old ipod and go for a walk and listen to some marilyn manson, i'm listening to a lot of manson at the moment. I walked through raunds and around stanwick lakes, it got boring towards the end. I couldn't decide what to have for nourishment when i got in, i went with a cup of tea and a couple of peanut butter cups, i think i made the right decision. Today has been quite dull, i sent zoric a text to see if he wanted to hang out tonight but he didn't get back to me yet. i'm not sure where i left my phone, i could have sworn i brought it upstairs with me but can't see it around anywhere. the bag of sugar fell on the floor while I was making my tea so now i have to hoover up in the kitchen, something i was planning on doing anyway but now that i actually have i'm more reluctant.

That's all for now.