I deliberately wore flipflops because the weather forecast was "sky murder" and I thought it would prevent me from excessive walking (original plan was "walk to Camden again" but this was toned down because I didn't manage to exit my filth prison until gone noon ( Read more... )

Chances are this is low testosterone syndrome which I was supposed to get LESS or NOT AT ALL on Nebido, ffs. At least on Sustanon I could control when I had the fucking thing instead of having to see the bastard nurse at her leisure ( Read more... )

I woke up from another stupid anxiety dream about fucking everything up at work, went to the loo, sternly told my brain we were not focussing on this bullshit, and went back to sleep to a deeply involved dream about visiting war memorials and castles in a place called Bakum, because I'd failed to get my connecting flight to visit my friend in a ( Read more... )

After a period of intense anger there comes a period of complete absence of any kind of fucks to give, which is emotionally pleasant but today has meant a lot of saying mean things to people and then having to immediately delete them for the sake of maintaining a quiet life. Boss informs me that we might be staying on a bit longer due to $ ( Read more... )

Jess has been successfully poured onto a train to Paris, and I have written myself a horrible to-do list featuring mostly things I kind of want to do and one thing I would rather eat my own legs than do. As is the way of to-do lists, it has become a branchy to-do TREE, and I am writing this entry in between typing up the missing scene from BBB that ( Read more... )

Yesterday I went to continue mission: get thing photocopied onto a transparency. Tottenham Court Road Rymans didn't have that service and pointed me at Great Portland Street Rymans, who did, but who also had a confused academic trying to get things photocopied in the queue in front of me for a million years. After him, however, staff were fucking ( Read more... )

"If you don't [laundry list of moral qualities], then we can't be friends ( Read more... )

Despite being lured into shots last night I don't have a hangover today. However I also don't have any food apart from the ice cream I just ate. There ARE crumpets, as Lindsay pointed out before he went to bed. They are on the side. There is butter in the fridge ( Read more... )

To Do List Victories:

1. Body Horror Short
2. Article
3. Fix clothes
4. Decoupage Kindle cover

To Do List Unfinished:

1. Pygmalion [some progress]
2. Hair dye [tomorrow]
3. Facebook header for House of D [who fucking cares]

I've got a Cashmere blend full length black coat going for a pittance (the shipping will be the expensive part) if anyone ( Read more... )

Today I took an executive decision to do fuck all, maybe read. So far I have watched a documentary on BBC4 about decay, which was exhilaratingly disgusting and involved slime mould being fabulous, among other things. I also managed, eventually, to drag myself out of the flat to buy booze and ran into my very pregnant neighbour, so I've actually had ( Read more... )