A Quart Low In The Mood Department
I'm having one of those days where I'm feeling kinda bummed. It's been a pretty horrible week, to be frank, I think the only really nice thing was having my upper torso pummelled sternly by my friend Narn at her student myotherapy clinic. My body is not mine, it's hers, you see. Oh, and her lecturer asked if I'd bitten anyone lately. So that cheekiness was mildly pleasant after that day's wrist-slittingly awful traffic.
There is a general miasma of 'bleeurrgh' happening. Running late for work constantly, songs on the radio irritate me, television is awful and I want to kill most people most people to be much more quiet. As in 'bound, gagged and forgotten about' level of quiet.
Maybe it's all the death at work which affects me. No, scratch that. The television is currently spitting out a terrible video clip of men in koala suits making thrusting motions while wearing masks depicting a Very Ugly Face. Actually, maybe there should be more death. Death of stupid people that make stupid things that they try to pass off as Art, or Creativity, or Making A Point (i.e. Whining).
And death, especially, of stupid post-80's New Wave wannabes who program shite on Rage.
Disclaimer: I do not really wish the Grim Reaper/Neil Gaiman's Perky Goth on everything that shits me. Substitute quiet instead (see above for my interpretation). Death = more files I have to make.
There is a general miasma of 'bleeurrgh' happening. Running late for work constantly, songs on the radio irritate me, television is awful and I want to kill most people most people to be much more quiet. As in 'bound, gagged and forgotten about' level of quiet.
Maybe it's all the death at work which affects me. No, scratch that. The television is currently spitting out a terrible video clip of men in koala suits making thrusting motions while wearing masks depicting a Very Ugly Face. Actually, maybe there should be more death. Death of stupid people that make stupid things that they try to pass off as Art, or Creativity, or Making A Point (i.e. Whining).
And death, especially, of stupid post-80's New Wave wannabes who program shite on Rage.
Disclaimer: I do not really wish the Grim Reaper/Neil Gaiman's Perky Goth on everything that shits me. Substitute quiet instead (see above for my interpretation). Death = more files I have to make.