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Jul. 25th, 2006
Primarily a post of moan.
Jul. 25th, 2006 09:03 pmWell, don't pretend to be saving my abandoned drafts and then don't even bother to offer them to me when I've decided I want to unabandon them. Like I can remember what I was talking about.
The news is making me a bit unhappy. That was the essence of what I was saying and because Autosaved draft at 20.whatever-it-was turned out to be a seething great FIB, this is the triteness to which my thoughts have been reduced. A statement that the news is bad and that it should apparently stop primarily because it unhappifies ME. Go, Whatho.
I feel sullied and unusual. I am trying to dwell on my hitherto comforting distractions from whatever it is I want to be distracted from at the time, and they're coming up with excuses as to why they're not really a good source of distraction. Thinking about the upcoming episode of Lost is always a good 'un, but ( CENSORED due to SPOILINGS for channel 4's Lost this very evening ), so that's a bit less than good. And Leonard Cohen's usually good, but today he makes my head feel weird and like it wants to spit him out. Damn you, head.
Simon and Garfunkel seem to work fine though. I watched the Central Park DVD this afternoon, very very closely for touching. I think I've spotted it all now. There's lots of furtive looking and that's often followed by back stroking. That makes me very happy.
I did have some news. Oh yes. The parents are absurdly far to the north and my mother's turned her ankle rather badly in a pothole. She's now getting by on a stick. She has a limp. That's only one of my greatest ambitions...to have a limp and a genuine right to use a stick. Yes. Yes, I am ashamed. Seriously, much sorrow for mother and hope that she ceases to swell bally soon.
Meh. Mumble. I'm sorry. That was well moany for someone who's essentially perfectly fine.
The news is making me a bit unhappy. That was the essence of what I was saying and because Autosaved draft at 20.whatever-it-was turned out to be a seething great FIB, this is the triteness to which my thoughts have been reduced. A statement that the news is bad and that it should apparently stop primarily because it unhappifies ME. Go, Whatho.
I feel sullied and unusual. I am trying to dwell on my hitherto comforting distractions from whatever it is I want to be distracted from at the time, and they're coming up with excuses as to why they're not really a good source of distraction. Thinking about the upcoming episode of Lost is always a good 'un, but ( CENSORED due to SPOILINGS for channel 4's Lost this very evening ), so that's a bit less than good. And Leonard Cohen's usually good, but today he makes my head feel weird and like it wants to spit him out. Damn you, head.
Simon and Garfunkel seem to work fine though. I watched the Central Park DVD this afternoon, very very closely for touching. I think I've spotted it all now. There's lots of furtive looking and that's often followed by back stroking. That makes me very happy.
I did have some news. Oh yes. The parents are absurdly far to the north and my mother's turned her ankle rather badly in a pothole. She's now getting by on a stick. She has a limp. That's only one of my greatest ambitions...to have a limp and a genuine right to use a stick. Yes. Yes, I am ashamed. Seriously, much sorrow for mother and hope that she ceases to swell bally soon.
Meh. Mumble. I'm sorry. That was well moany for someone who's essentially perfectly fine.
Primarily a post of moan.
Jul. 25th, 2006 09:03 pmWell, don't pretend to be saving my abandoned drafts and then don't even bother to offer them to me when I've decided I want to unabandon them. Like I can remember what I was talking about.
The news is making me a bit unhappy. That was the essence of what I was saying and because Autosaved draft at 20.whatever-it-was turned out to be a seething great FIB, this is the triteness to which my thoughts have been reduced. A statement that the news is bad and that it should apparently stop primarily because it unhappifies ME. Go, Whatho.
I feel sullied and unusual. I am trying to dwell on my hitherto comforting distractions from whatever it is I want to be distracted from at the time, and they're coming up with excuses as to why they're not really a good source of distraction. Thinking about the upcoming episode of Lost is always a good 'un, but ( CENSORED due to SPOILINGS for channel 4's Lost this very evening ), so that's a bit less than good. And Leonard Cohen's usually good, but today he makes my head feel weird and like it wants to spit him out. Damn you, head.
Simon and Garfunkel seem to work fine though. I watched the Central Park DVD this afternoon, very very closely for touching. I think I've spotted it all now. There's lots of furtive looking and that's often followed by back stroking. That makes me very happy.
I did have some news. Oh yes. The parents are absurdly far to the north and my mother's turned her ankle rather badly in a pothole. She's now getting by on a stick. She has a limp. That's only one of my greatest ambitions...to have a limp and a genuine right to use a stick. Yes. Yes, I am ashamed. Seriously, much sorrow for mother and hope that she ceases to swell bally soon.
Meh. Mumble. I'm sorry. That was well moany for someone who's essentially perfectly fine.
The news is making me a bit unhappy. That was the essence of what I was saying and because Autosaved draft at 20.whatever-it-was turned out to be a seething great FIB, this is the triteness to which my thoughts have been reduced. A statement that the news is bad and that it should apparently stop primarily because it unhappifies ME. Go, Whatho.
I feel sullied and unusual. I am trying to dwell on my hitherto comforting distractions from whatever it is I want to be distracted from at the time, and they're coming up with excuses as to why they're not really a good source of distraction. Thinking about the upcoming episode of Lost is always a good 'un, but ( CENSORED due to SPOILINGS for channel 4's Lost this very evening ), so that's a bit less than good. And Leonard Cohen's usually good, but today he makes my head feel weird and like it wants to spit him out. Damn you, head.
Simon and Garfunkel seem to work fine though. I watched the Central Park DVD this afternoon, very very closely for touching. I think I've spotted it all now. There's lots of furtive looking and that's often followed by back stroking. That makes me very happy.
I did have some news. Oh yes. The parents are absurdly far to the north and my mother's turned her ankle rather badly in a pothole. She's now getting by on a stick. She has a limp. That's only one of my greatest ambitions...to have a limp and a genuine right to use a stick. Yes. Yes, I am ashamed. Seriously, much sorrow for mother and hope that she ceases to swell bally soon.
Meh. Mumble. I'm sorry. That was well moany for someone who's essentially perfectly fine.