"Who's the Water to your Fire? Who's the Earth to your Air?"
Everytime I turn the laptop off it's like it forgets what it's done. It keeps asking me to update things I already updated...
Not good.
Also
I only ever see lone magpies.
Something oop wi that, or you know just right about it, one or t'other.
Went to Eastbourne yesterday, a rather pointless activity arguably as it takes an hour and a half to get there by bus but provides about 2 hours entertainment max and I've been there approximately several thousand times now, but as it's sort of free thanks to me bus pass, (I am a nanna) and I didn't have anything else to do I thought why not. All life is pointless repetative behaviour anyway isn't it and every activity on a day like that, when you can find no motivation for doing nowt would certainly feel equally futile as what I chose to do.
In the end I had immense fun.
"ALL BY MYSELF."
As ever but I tell you what I fucking love bus rides.
I bought plum lipgloss for a pound which makes me mooey look rite lush (it doesn't but it's a nice colour and it was a pound), a pair of jeans with stars on the bum for £3 from a charity shop and then some fish and chipples from Harry Ramsden's on the seafront. I then got on the bus home in the daaaark and as it weaved through the pitch blackness of Sussex coast countryside I sat at the front on my own listening to terrifying music, so all in all I was happy enough.
The terrifying music was provided by Severed Heads because I had downloaded "Come Visit the Big Bigot" by them. What a brilliant album it really is. I always thought Rotund for Success would not be topped but you know this album is overall better. "Strange Brew", which I've since discovered is a cover of a Cream/Eric Clapton song??(??Tom Ellard you card), is absolutely fucking terrifying, it sounds like demons with flame faces should be dancing around a human sacrifice pyre to it. It's the music that Aphex Twin videos should have accompanied. Except that Aphex Twin is pretty scary too as I recall, (I should listen to him), anyway in the way of all scary things it's my favourite song from the album.
It's just a chord change at the end of the main phrase 0:50 on wards, (the pattern repeats) that really utterly destroys my soul. It's like the music is off throughout but then the chords slow like they are trapped in a broken tape player and they stretch out and when they sink like that they and drag everything into absolutely terrifying for a few seconds and then again and again.
So unsettling.
Horrible tears.
This is a shitey version because it's not as fast as it should be because someone's record players motor is a bit off.
Still spooky.
I began looking at people's reviews of the album on Amazon and was amused, only three there, two were very good (someone astutely described the album as sounding like "New Order crossed with the Exorcist soundtrack".but then one person gave it one star out of 5, but then that person described Ellard as making 'soundcastles' so I thought, well that is exactly the sort of wanker who would bother writing a review in order to give something 1 star out of 5 (unless you're gonna give in 0 or 5 I say don't bother), although the moment I thought that I thought lol but I think I actually like the phrase soundcastle, I may use it at some point... so I think we know who the true wanker is don't we sprouts...
??
Mystery.
Have reached that time of the month again and am finding the period pain less since I made the resolve not to eat sugar (apart from natural sugar) recently. Odd how small things can affect that body. I mean perhaps it was entirely coincidental. Doesn't feel coincidental though. Will try again next month, fingy's crossed.
There is iceskating at the Pavillion at the moment.
I wanna go.
Also I want rollerblades... like burning.
AND
I've become one of those people who wants a pair of UGG boots.
:(
SELF WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME.
I bought a cheap imitation pair for £7 from Primani t'other day and haven't taken them off, they are so waaarm, particularly in this chilly weather we've been having recently (they reckon it's gonna snow, eeeep) and just the most practical shews I think I have ever owned in my whole entire life. So comfortable that I feel I can walk for miles in them. Only problem being that the cheeeeeapo soles have sprung a leak already so I can't even think of wearing them out in the rain...
I think I might have to splash the fuck out on a pair of UGGs they would be so much better made.
I mean I already have more money than I imagined I did in the bank (thanks to cheapo bus tickets) and also £50 Christmas munnies soon. Oh and of course HAI £300 OVERDRAFT that I barely ever if ever use nowadays (pay hikes and being obsessively frugal/self denying = winz).
I mean plus the boots are only £60 at the moment...it's so funny, they are selling for like £90 on ebay like that's a bargain and yet they are only £60 on the official site....
people???
CONFUSING TIEMS.
Wah.
£60 isn't really that much for shoes that will last me that long (they have a years guarantee) or for shoes that I will probably live in, but at the same time I don't usually spend more than a tenner on shoes and usually substantially less...it seems impossible the thought of parting with that cash even though I know I sort of have it. (I paid my brother £50 for the iPhone out of my wages last month and was still able to survive in only slightly reduced circumstances - I think this has something to do with the fact that my circumstances are always a little reduced compared to other people's anyways - people waste so much money doing everything the easy way all the time)
But can I bring myself to be that extravagant?
I know already that the answer is no.
Even in situations where it's a wise thing to do I find it hard to spend munnies like that.
Impossible even.
HOW DO THE FUCKTARDS IN THOUSANDS WORTH OF DEBT OVER CLOTHES AND SHOES DO IT THATS WHAT I WANNA KNOW.??
HOW??
I like clothes I like shopping, still don't like spending money.
Saw the American today. Still don't fancy George Clooney remotely. Film was boring, boring, boring, boring punctuated by what I consider to be gratuitous boobs and butt shots. Don't get me wrong it wasn't a bad film, it always threatened to have something maybe exciting happen at some point and it was very tense but all in all it was false advertising as it got to the end and was still just as
BOOOOOORING as ever.
Still, glad to know there is someone famous who I r r r r r r don't fancy.
Nice one Clooney.
Tell a lie also don't fancy Johnny Depp remotely either.
Not good.
Also
I only ever see lone magpies.
Something oop wi that, or you know just right about it, one or t'other.
Went to Eastbourne yesterday, a rather pointless activity arguably as it takes an hour and a half to get there by bus but provides about 2 hours entertainment max and I've been there approximately several thousand times now, but as it's sort of free thanks to me bus pass, (I am a nanna) and I didn't have anything else to do I thought why not. All life is pointless repetative behaviour anyway isn't it and every activity on a day like that, when you can find no motivation for doing nowt would certainly feel equally futile as what I chose to do.
In the end I had immense fun.
"ALL BY MYSELF."
As ever but I tell you what I fucking love bus rides.
I bought plum lipgloss for a pound which makes me mooey look rite lush (it doesn't but it's a nice colour and it was a pound), a pair of jeans with stars on the bum for £3 from a charity shop and then some fish and chipples from Harry Ramsden's on the seafront. I then got on the bus home in the daaaark and as it weaved through the pitch blackness of Sussex coast countryside I sat at the front on my own listening to terrifying music, so all in all I was happy enough.
The terrifying music was provided by Severed Heads because I had downloaded "Come Visit the Big Bigot" by them. What a brilliant album it really is. I always thought Rotund for Success would not be topped but you know this album is overall better. "Strange Brew", which I've since discovered is a cover of a Cream/Eric Clapton song??(??Tom Ellard you card), is absolutely fucking terrifying, it sounds like demons with flame faces should be dancing around a human sacrifice pyre to it. It's the music that Aphex Twin videos should have accompanied. Except that Aphex Twin is pretty scary too as I recall, (I should listen to him), anyway in the way of all scary things it's my favourite song from the album.
It's just a chord change at the end of the main phrase 0:50 on wards, (the pattern repeats) that really utterly destroys my soul. It's like the music is off throughout but then the chords slow like they are trapped in a broken tape player and they stretch out and when they sink like that they and drag everything into absolutely terrifying for a few seconds and then again and again.
So unsettling.
Horrible tears.
This is a shitey version because it's not as fast as it should be because someone's record players motor is a bit off.
Click to viewStill spooky.
I began looking at people's reviews of the album on Amazon and was amused, only three there, two were very good (someone astutely described the album as sounding like "New Order crossed with the Exorcist soundtrack".but then one person gave it one star out of 5, but then that person described Ellard as making 'soundcastles' so I thought, well that is exactly the sort of wanker who would bother writing a review in order to give something 1 star out of 5 (unless you're gonna give in 0 or 5 I say don't bother), although the moment I thought that I thought lol but I think I actually like the phrase soundcastle, I may use it at some point... so I think we know who the true wanker is don't we sprouts...
??
Mystery.
Have reached that time of the month again and am finding the period pain less since I made the resolve not to eat sugar (apart from natural sugar) recently. Odd how small things can affect that body. I mean perhaps it was entirely coincidental. Doesn't feel coincidental though. Will try again next month, fingy's crossed.
There is iceskating at the Pavillion at the moment.
I wanna go.
Also I want rollerblades... like burning.
AND
I've become one of those people who wants a pair of UGG boots.
:(
SELF WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME.
I bought a cheap imitation pair for £7 from Primani t'other day and haven't taken them off, they are so waaarm, particularly in this chilly weather we've been having recently (they reckon it's gonna snow, eeeep) and just the most practical shews I think I have ever owned in my whole entire life. So comfortable that I feel I can walk for miles in them. Only problem being that the cheeeeeapo soles have sprung a leak already so I can't even think of wearing them out in the rain...
I think I might have to splash the fuck out on a pair of UGGs they would be so much better made.
I mean I already have more money than I imagined I did in the bank (thanks to cheapo bus tickets) and also £50 Christmas munnies soon. Oh and of course HAI £300 OVERDRAFT that I barely ever if ever use nowadays (pay hikes and being obsessively frugal/self denying = winz).
I mean plus the boots are only £60 at the moment...it's so funny, they are selling for like £90 on ebay like that's a bargain and yet they are only £60 on the official site....
people???
CONFUSING TIEMS.
Wah.
£60 isn't really that much for shoes that will last me that long (they have a years guarantee) or for shoes that I will probably live in, but at the same time I don't usually spend more than a tenner on shoes and usually substantially less...it seems impossible the thought of parting with that cash even though I know I sort of have it. (I paid my brother £50 for the iPhone out of my wages last month and was still able to survive in only slightly reduced circumstances - I think this has something to do with the fact that my circumstances are always a little reduced compared to other people's anyways - people waste so much money doing everything the easy way all the time)
But can I bring myself to be that extravagant?
I know already that the answer is no.
Even in situations where it's a wise thing to do I find it hard to spend munnies like that.
Impossible even.
HOW DO THE FUCKTARDS IN THOUSANDS WORTH OF DEBT OVER CLOTHES AND SHOES DO IT THATS WHAT I WANNA KNOW.??
HOW??
I like clothes I like shopping, still don't like spending money.
Saw the American today. Still don't fancy George Clooney remotely. Film was boring, boring, boring, boring punctuated by what I consider to be gratuitous boobs and butt shots. Don't get me wrong it wasn't a bad film, it always threatened to have something maybe exciting happen at some point and it was very tense but all in all it was false advertising as it got to the end and was still just as
BOOOOOORING as ever.
Still, glad to know there is someone famous who I r r r r r r don't fancy.
Nice one Clooney.
Tell a lie also don't fancy Johnny Depp remotely either.