Wake up strong, yeah we're all gonna wake up strong
About a week ago I was working on Box Office, talking about how next time I got my hair cut I felt like doing something drastic. All off. Megan got the most excited look in her eye and asked - nay, begged - if she could do it.
So now I have no hair. She's done a good job; I like the look, but it's weird. People's reactions have been strange. Everyone says it looks good, but of course to my face everyone would. That's just polite. It's the follow up statements that I don't get. "You look so much better" is meant well but kind of implies that I didn't look very good before, so I don't know how to respond to that one.
A lot of people follow "You look good" with "You look a bit like an axe murderer." But I guess that's fair. Since getting this cut I have wanted to murder my axes. Do I mean axes? No. Exes. I've wanted to murder my exes. With an axe. It's strange what hair does to you.
Anyway, Batman: Arkham Asylum's a good game, no? I'm stuck on the Poison Ivy boss battle at the moment, it's really infuriating. I've got the the second stage but keep dying there. I get so close. I'd have completed it already, too, if only I'd spent that last upgrade point on the final level of additional armour instead of that sonic batarang shockwave that I've never needed to use outside Predator challenges.
I'm taking on loads of extra shifts at work at the moment, because hopefully when the next pay packet comes through if Harriet doesn't already have house, I'll at least have some idea of a move date, and moving is always more expensive than you think it'll be, even though this time there's no agency fees or anything. And I still want that Blu-ray player. I have a desire to watch Hero in high and spangly definition. Also, it's pretty quiet at the cinema at the moment and that's all going to change when the summer holidays hit, so it's better to get lots of work in now and then maybe hide away when all the kids get out. I've done seven days a week during holiday season before, and that's not something I want to do again.
Right, plan for tonight: I've got Delicatessen and A Clockwork Orange borrowed from friends to watch, Tesco kindly brought round a load of cider and coca-cola for me yesterday which has been chilling in the fridge, and I've been marinading some chicken overnight in the best smelling creamy cajun sauce. So I think I might boil some pasta, fry the chicken cover them both in this sauce and some grated cheese, then let the oven crisp it all up a little. Serve on a bed of lettuce with a bread roll on the side. Anchor butter, motherfuckers, I'm doing this right. I cleaned the kitchen a few days ago and now it feels like a place I want to cook food in again.
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So now I have no hair. She's done a good job; I like the look, but it's weird. People's reactions have been strange. Everyone says it looks good, but of course to my face everyone would. That's just polite. It's the follow up statements that I don't get. "You look so much better" is meant well but kind of implies that I didn't look very good before, so I don't know how to respond to that one.
A lot of people follow "You look good" with "You look a bit like an axe murderer." But I guess that's fair. Since getting this cut I have wanted to murder my axes. Do I mean axes? No. Exes. I've wanted to murder my exes. With an axe. It's strange what hair does to you.
Anyway, Batman: Arkham Asylum's a good game, no? I'm stuck on the Poison Ivy boss battle at the moment, it's really infuriating. I've got the the second stage but keep dying there. I get so close. I'd have completed it already, too, if only I'd spent that last upgrade point on the final level of additional armour instead of that sonic batarang shockwave that I've never needed to use outside Predator challenges.
I'm taking on loads of extra shifts at work at the moment, because hopefully when the next pay packet comes through if Harriet doesn't already have house, I'll at least have some idea of a move date, and moving is always more expensive than you think it'll be, even though this time there's no agency fees or anything. And I still want that Blu-ray player. I have a desire to watch Hero in high and spangly definition. Also, it's pretty quiet at the cinema at the moment and that's all going to change when the summer holidays hit, so it's better to get lots of work in now and then maybe hide away when all the kids get out. I've done seven days a week during holiday season before, and that's not something I want to do again.
Right, plan for tonight: I've got Delicatessen and A Clockwork Orange borrowed from friends to watch, Tesco kindly brought round a load of cider and coca-cola for me yesterday which has been chilling in the fridge, and I've been marinading some chicken overnight in the best smelling creamy cajun sauce. So I think I might boil some pasta, fry the chicken cover them both in this sauce and some grated cheese, then let the oven crisp it all up a little. Serve on a bed of lettuce with a bread roll on the side. Anchor butter, motherfuckers, I'm doing this right. I cleaned the kitchen a few days ago and now it feels like a place I want to cook food in again.
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