Boring sex
I am rather bored of being told about people's sex lives. Well, one person's in particular. The only good thing is that every time he tells me this I have amusing thoughts about his "not girlfriend" getting pregnant and him having to stay in the country and trudge away at something he hates, living with a person he seems to hate half the time, and screw the rest of it. I am also bored of hearing about downloads... Didn't I mention this all in a previous post? I did. Anyway, there was no stabbing yesterday, but there may be today.
I am almost out of books again. My Mum picked up a few poetry collections at a library sale so she's sending me over some of the greats to read - Hughes, Heaney, Larkin, Armitage. Sometimes she has uncannily good taste in books for a person who doesn't read much. The problem with living in Tokyo, which isn't half the problem I had living in Nagano, is that one cannot just go to the bookshop. It involves planning of the budgetry kind, train journeys and other painful forethought. Going back to "library sales", what the hell are libraries doing getting rid of books like the aforementioned? One wonders what actually constitutes a library catalogue anymore. I stopped going to them because they were always bitterly disappointing. I have no desire to read Barbara Cartland, or rent out CDs of failing opera singers, but I'm pretty sure somebody must, as that's all that ever seems to be available. Anyway, I think I have a copy of "Heavier than Heaven" at school, and some "Death Note" numbers I've yet to get bored enough to read.
How many times have I mentioned boredom?
This weekend coming there will be cherry blossom viewing, drinking of beer, and "Watchmen". Not sure I'm gonna like the latter. I've heard such mixed reviews...
I am almost out of books again. My Mum picked up a few poetry collections at a library sale so she's sending me over some of the greats to read - Hughes, Heaney, Larkin, Armitage. Sometimes she has uncannily good taste in books for a person who doesn't read much. The problem with living in Tokyo, which isn't half the problem I had living in Nagano, is that one cannot just go to the bookshop. It involves planning of the budgetry kind, train journeys and other painful forethought. Going back to "library sales", what the hell are libraries doing getting rid of books like the aforementioned? One wonders what actually constitutes a library catalogue anymore. I stopped going to them because they were always bitterly disappointing. I have no desire to read Barbara Cartland, or rent out CDs of failing opera singers, but I'm pretty sure somebody must, as that's all that ever seems to be available. Anyway, I think I have a copy of "Heavier than Heaven" at school, and some "Death Note" numbers I've yet to get bored enough to read.
How many times have I mentioned boredom?
This weekend coming there will be cherry blossom viewing, drinking of beer, and "Watchmen". Not sure I'm gonna like the latter. I've heard such mixed reviews...