What do you mean, I can't control the weather?
Of course I can, it's very simple. Go out in morning wearing trenchcoat = by afternoon, bright sunshine. Go out in morning, think "ah, fuck it, it looks okay" and go to work in shirt sleeves = by afternoon, thunder and impressive rain. Every day this week, yet.
Not that I care, because walking through a storm with no coat on while listening to E Nomine's Mitternacht crosscut with dramatic rolls of thunder has to be one of the highest pleasures known to man. Even if it was raining right on my new haircut. (Praise be to Slaanesh, I have finally found a competent stylist again! Nicky from Nutters on Mill Road is the Man, everybody - take note!)
Meanwhile, my favourite clients (♥) are being really nice to me, my life appears to be taking interesting and potentially highly constructive turns, and it's Wacken next week so today is my last day at work for... some time. Woohoo!
(I'm sure something I don't know about yet has gone wrong somewhere, but what the heck. I'm going to be happy at least until I find out about it, dammit...)
Laters,
Rath
Not that I care, because walking through a storm with no coat on while listening to E Nomine's Mitternacht crosscut with dramatic rolls of thunder has to be one of the highest pleasures known to man. Even if it was raining right on my new haircut. (Praise be to Slaanesh, I have finally found a competent stylist again! Nicky from Nutters on Mill Road is the Man, everybody - take note!)
Meanwhile, my favourite clients (♥) are being really nice to me, my life appears to be taking interesting and potentially highly constructive turns, and it's Wacken next week so today is my last day at work for... some time. Woohoo!
(I'm sure something I don't know about yet has gone wrong somewhere, but what the heck. I'm going to be happy at least until I find out about it, dammit...)
Laters,
Rath