Sometimes I wonder about myself, I really do ( Read more... )

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE. AGAIN?!!

*facepalms*

Yes, I know. I don't care anymore. I'm not supposed to care anymore. *groan*

I'm listening to Up The Bracket... and I feel slightly dead inside. It's hard to explain, I just... sigh.

I still love the music. But I've jumped ship.

(Shit. Maybe I've just transferred my fascinatory love of one talented and insightful drug-addled showman to another. It's a thought...)

Leaving for Newcastle in the morrow. I'll probably end up making a post just before I leave, as per my usual trend when it comes to travel, but I'll say adios now cause I can. I'll be back on Saturday, and despite the backwardness of the North, they do have the internet there too. It's closed from 4pm, but hey.

Hello, my name is jslayeruk, and I'm an ( Read more... )

"Stalking Pete Doherty". God, talk about car crash telly. The kind of show you just watch and cringe and watch and cringe some more.

I'm sitting in my room, ill, and I know that Carl's in Newcastle. Walking distance away.

It's Not Right.

When the rest of the fangirls wake up and catch wind of this, the Libs fandom will explode... you know, more than it has already...

Tore through The Very Best Of Have I Got News For You this evening, and I got these:

( 9 HIGNFY icons from caption competion/missing words/and I leave you with jokes... )

They're playing The Libertines in the background at the cafe. Surreal.

So, I got a lot done today! In fact, almost too much. I'm entering that "I've done everything and have nothing else to do so all I can do is sit and twiddle my thumbs". Yesterday I filled the thumb-twiddling time with a call to spiffarificNewcastle doesn't stock mini marshmallows. Bastards. I NEED THEM!!! *growls ( Read more... )