He brags about his misery...
I don't though.
I have this cool book meme which I tried to post the other day (to the disgust of some, before I put it under a cut) but for some reason when I try to use the tags to bold and underline and so on it fucks up. I don't know why, since I'm doing everything right... *weep*
I can't believe I just went through over 500 books only to have the thing not work. Good thing I'm not doing anything more constructive today, innit!?
So I've privated it so none of you can see my shame, although I've told you about it now. Shame.
I'm reading a book by Tess Gerritsen (sp?) which is called Sinner or some such nonsense. Tis a bit o' craic to be sure, although the autopsy scenes are rather more erotic than the, um, steamy bits. I'm serious. Never before have I read a book in which a dead nun on a slab has been endowed with "ripe young breasts." I don't know why that detail was necessary. And then when the 'star' of the book (a hard-assed female coroner) gets it on with her ex-hubby it's all over in about two lines. No boobs at all. Not that I wanted to see them, but that's another matter altogether.
Things in the office are hotting up. Literally and metaphorically. We had a film crew in the other day making an ad for the Irish Daily Mail (which I seem to work for now, although nobody consulted me about it...). I'm sick of getting filmed for things.
So now instead of working on the IoS TV Week mag, I'm also working on the Daily Mail TV magazine. The funny thing is - they're both exactly the same. I wonder why this doesn't strike anyone else as odd/daft/bleedin' stupid.
And I'm broke too, because I haven't been paid in about three weeks and I stupidly spent the money I had on things like paying off debts and food and other such money-wasting things. I spent some of it on having fun as well, of course, but only because I wasn't expecting it to take so long to get more.
Everything else is shit.
Abandon hope and all that.
I have this cool book meme which I tried to post the other day (to the disgust of some, before I put it under a cut) but for some reason when I try to use the tags to bold and underline and so on it fucks up. I don't know why, since I'm doing everything right... *weep*
I can't believe I just went through over 500 books only to have the thing not work. Good thing I'm not doing anything more constructive today, innit!?
So I've privated it so none of you can see my shame, although I've told you about it now. Shame.
I'm reading a book by Tess Gerritsen (sp?) which is called Sinner or some such nonsense. Tis a bit o' craic to be sure, although the autopsy scenes are rather more erotic than the, um, steamy bits. I'm serious. Never before have I read a book in which a dead nun on a slab has been endowed with "ripe young breasts." I don't know why that detail was necessary. And then when the 'star' of the book (a hard-assed female coroner) gets it on with her ex-hubby it's all over in about two lines. No boobs at all. Not that I wanted to see them, but that's another matter altogether.
Things in the office are hotting up. Literally and metaphorically. We had a film crew in the other day making an ad for the Irish Daily Mail (which I seem to work for now, although nobody consulted me about it...). I'm sick of getting filmed for things.
So now instead of working on the IoS TV Week mag, I'm also working on the Daily Mail TV magazine. The funny thing is - they're both exactly the same. I wonder why this doesn't strike anyone else as odd/daft/bleedin' stupid.
And I'm broke too, because I haven't been paid in about three weeks and I stupidly spent the money I had on things like paying off debts and food and other such money-wasting things. I spent some of it on having fun as well, of course, but only because I wasn't expecting it to take so long to get more.
Everything else is shit.
Abandon hope and all that.