Ten minutes behind the cool kids.
A friend used to have (maybe still does. Who can say?) a thing for 'Two months off' by Underworld. I finally listened to it properly about ten minutes ago and now I'm filled with this wierd ache for things that didn't quite happen.
I will listen to more music like this so summer will turn up. Yes. Bittersweet. That is what it feels like.
I had my hair pruned at the weekend. There's about half of it left.
I believe I would like to set up a website that's only open from nine 'til half-five. It'll be closed on Wednesday afternoons and all day Sunday. I believe I was tangentially inspired by this thread on the Postfix list.
Mad thing.
Bad thing.
(Well, I say 'bad'. I mean 'batshit fucking insane and with any luck your entire fucking culture is doomed you malignant lackwits')
(Grim article. Don't read it. Especially don't read the comments. I mean really.)
I will listen to more music like this so summer will turn up. Yes. Bittersweet. That is what it feels like.
I had my hair pruned at the weekend. There's about half of it left.
I believe I would like to set up a website that's only open from nine 'til half-five. It'll be closed on Wednesday afternoons and all day Sunday. I believe I was tangentially inspired by this thread on the Postfix list.
Mad thing.
Bad thing.
(Well, I say 'bad'. I mean 'batshit fucking insane and with any luck your entire fucking culture is doomed you malignant lackwits')
(Grim article. Don't read it. Especially don't read the comments. I mean really.)