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Well since friday I have managed to:
well not a lot really. spent most of that time convalescing, wondering what the fuck my body is doing to me as I wage a fairly unpalatable war on solids. Feeling crap. yeah. so over that. just this constant feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is amiss. a good old fashioned bout of the shitsy spitsys as my mum so eloquently puts it. in the grand words of kramer: I'm percolating. And I want out.
It has given me the chance to churn through the literary delight that was the "da vinci code" though. Enthralling and compulsive. but really really badly written. really. so heavy handed. and it kind of lost the plot (almost literally) in the last 100 pages or so. but at least now I can say i've read it. yes, me and every other person who has kept it at number one for the past year or so. and at a glorious NUMBER 7 on our most loved books list. watch yourself heller, brown got his eyes on political satire next. At least the bible proper managed to sneak in higher...
In other less whingey news, as of 7 pm tomorrow evening I will be the proud owner of two Stanton STR-80 decks and a mixer. yay! now I'll be able to start saying things like "nice one bruvva" and "wassup geezer". oh... and mix too. I'm just worried that this is going to be another glorious edition of Ryan family musical exploits where Liam is going to trot his skanky ass in and instantly be able to tear the place up. and then i'll get all depressed and stop playing. ooooh. hate him so much. no this is a musical form i'm actually seriously into and have been looking at for a good 4-5 years now. and now impulse buying has arrived. sweet money. i love you so much.
hope to see you all and be much more social in the near future. til then:
bah. humbug.
P.S. holy hell this is one of the most tearing tunes I've ever heard. oh, so filled with uber-charge mega-dance goodness.
well not a lot really. spent most of that time convalescing, wondering what the fuck my body is doing to me as I wage a fairly unpalatable war on solids. Feeling crap. yeah. so over that. just this constant feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is amiss. a good old fashioned bout of the shitsy spitsys as my mum so eloquently puts it. in the grand words of kramer: I'm percolating. And I want out.
It has given me the chance to churn through the literary delight that was the "da vinci code" though. Enthralling and compulsive. but really really badly written. really. so heavy handed. and it kind of lost the plot (almost literally) in the last 100 pages or so. but at least now I can say i've read it. yes, me and every other person who has kept it at number one for the past year or so. and at a glorious NUMBER 7 on our most loved books list. watch yourself heller, brown got his eyes on political satire next. At least the bible proper managed to sneak in higher...
In other less whingey news, as of 7 pm tomorrow evening I will be the proud owner of two Stanton STR-80 decks and a mixer. yay! now I'll be able to start saying things like "nice one bruvva" and "wassup geezer". oh... and mix too. I'm just worried that this is going to be another glorious edition of Ryan family musical exploits where Liam is going to trot his skanky ass in and instantly be able to tear the place up. and then i'll get all depressed and stop playing. ooooh. hate him so much. no this is a musical form i'm actually seriously into and have been looking at for a good 4-5 years now. and now impulse buying has arrived. sweet money. i love you so much.
hope to see you all and be much more social in the near future. til then:
bah. humbug.
P.S. holy hell this is one of the most tearing tunes I've ever heard. oh, so filled with uber-charge mega-dance goodness.