I could barely sleep last night after having a wretched nightmare about the house I'm moving into in Olympia. Today at work, I keep messing up everyone's names and extensions. I want hot bangers and mash with mango chutney and something chocolate.
Also, I fancy someone new, and will give news updates if anything newsworthy happens. So far, nothing. I am a sucker for boys in red.
Everyone, turn on your pop-up blockers and go to www.musicvideocodes.com. Hooray for streaming music videos suitable for usage in web media! Hooray for obscure old videos by Blake Babies, Meshell Ndegeocello, Patty Griffin, The Flys! No more Miss Marple in the office for mr. mattos2!
I'm reading the book of Romans right now. Good stuff, somewhat intense, but what isn't?
To lunch!
UPDATE:
Hey
latterdayoberon, this couldn't be hidden in the comments. I propose that it should be broadened to include all manner of men whose lusts are inflamed by goatees. Huzzah for math in everyday life!
"Goatees = Sex: A Proof
Those with goatees make Markness lustful and horny.
Markness usually gives in to such urges.
This means that Markness either has sex WITH the goatee person (infrequent) or masturbates about them (much, MUCH more frequent).
Either way, some sort of sex has occurred.
Therefore, goatees = sex. For Marknesses."
UPDATE AGAIN: First Brokeback Mountain and now the Johnny Cash biopic
Walk The Line are coming out in those united states before I get back and won't come out in this united kingdom until after I'm gone! Fucking cinemas! If they're not playing anymore by the time I return, I'm holding up a theatre and making them do so. Also - anyone seen No Direction Home, the Bob Dylan documentary, yet? I saw part of it on BBC the other day, it was astounding. Can't wait to see it in full.