Festive frolics and the Tao of Steve
Right so I've just noticed that I seem to be posting one comment a fortnight and many of them begin: 'I haven't updated this damn thing for so long'. Sigh. Gone are the days where I was so bored and under-utilised at work that I could sly the odd posting or eight every day. In hindsight tho I think some of my postings must have been rather odd, but there you go. Train of thought and all that.
As I type this I've had two too many large brandies (nice one Dad) and its almost 11pm on Christmas Day. I've seen more rellies in the last two days than I have in over two years (scary) and it's real nice to be home. Got some cool pressies even tho my new punch bag ordered in November STILL hasn't frickin turned up (28 days delivery my itchy...) and my Gran bought me a hand-made waistcoat comprised of the same material that curtains are made of. Hell I can't even think of a roleplaying application for it, but its the thought that counts and all that. Ironically it fits better than any oter waistcoat I've ever owned. Ho hum.
Think in 2002 I'm gona try and post several times a week- sometimes I let life get ontop of me too much when in reality taking five to key a few thoughts would probably help me focus and chill and keep in touch. That and when I don't post for ages I kind of lose touch with the guys that I only speak to on LJ. Mea culpa ladies.
I've decided I need to develop a salacious romantic life to keep these postings more juicy and less reflective and Dawson's Creek-esque in their content. That and it's been two bloody years of singledom with only the odd one or two brief diversions. I am now going to actively NOT look for a woman. That should have the femme's flocking...all embrace the Tao of Steve (you must see this film if you haven't already!)
Oh man, my dad wants me to drive with him for ten minutes in the cold to see a house near my grans which is all decked up in Christmas lights and stuff. Oh, screw it, its Christmas.
Later.
As I type this I've had two too many large brandies (nice one Dad) and its almost 11pm on Christmas Day. I've seen more rellies in the last two days than I have in over two years (scary) and it's real nice to be home. Got some cool pressies even tho my new punch bag ordered in November STILL hasn't frickin turned up (28 days delivery my itchy...) and my Gran bought me a hand-made waistcoat comprised of the same material that curtains are made of. Hell I can't even think of a roleplaying application for it, but its the thought that counts and all that. Ironically it fits better than any oter waistcoat I've ever owned. Ho hum.
Think in 2002 I'm gona try and post several times a week- sometimes I let life get ontop of me too much when in reality taking five to key a few thoughts would probably help me focus and chill and keep in touch. That and when I don't post for ages I kind of lose touch with the guys that I only speak to on LJ. Mea culpa ladies.
I've decided I need to develop a salacious romantic life to keep these postings more juicy and less reflective and Dawson's Creek-esque in their content. That and it's been two bloody years of singledom with only the odd one or two brief diversions. I am now going to actively NOT look for a woman. That should have the femme's flocking...all embrace the Tao of Steve (you must see this film if you haven't already!)
Oh man, my dad wants me to drive with him for ten minutes in the cold to see a house near my grans which is all decked up in Christmas lights and stuff. Oh, screw it, its Christmas.
Later.