Scaredy scardey scardey cat....
Nothing exciting to say but I'll say it anyway...
Life is all really a bit pointless and I can't stop coming back to it....well it wouldn't be pointless if I had kids or something or someone to take care of but since I don't and I never will it is unavoidable a point my mental rumination keeps coming back to
Chocolate schnapps is evil and foul and not so much chocolate as rancid decade old penny sweets schnapps....but still anything to distract me from having 'deep' conversations with strange men who keep human skulls in their flats (god Lou knows some fucking strange people) Argh!!!!
Lou at work isn't so much of an arse once I've calmed down and stopped being pathetic...I just have to invite myself to her house like everyone else does apparently...
Apart from a few work friends I feel like I have none Jen is pretty disinterested in my woes and P has aroused my fury by having no conception of when my birthday is after 12 years of knowing me...
I need to plan what I am gonna do for my birthday - cos I need to do something even if it is as pathetic as all my other attempts at birthday merriment...
AND
Apparently according to this othewise top notch astrology book that I have bought since I have Uranus in the eight house (trust me I do) "when (my) death comes it is apt to be sudden and unexpected. " which as you will imagine cheered me to no end...
I don't like references to my own demise for I am churlishly and childishly afraid of death - in the arrogant way that someone who knows they will make absolutely zero mark on the world tends to be...
I had the sacrilicious thought of selling my valuable Still Ill 12" (the one with the same cover as the Hand in Glove 7") the other day - I can't believe I even thought that thought - SMITHS are fucking love and lust and everything in between and thus much more valuable thatn money
Matt at work didn't like the smiths :( its apparently not his kind of music which upsets me more than a little
some random agency got my information and keeps ringing me about jobs and I am now too scared to actually leave Sainsbury's at least I can do that job I am terrified I would be shit at any other - especially if it recquires too much hard work - I am a lazy bitch who likes being free during the day too much to actually do anything full time...
The whole world scares me sex scares me, jobs scare me, living alone scares me - I think I need therapy....or shooting but then again lets not talk about my death I'm afraid of it....lol....
AND the more I read about them in this astro book the more my brain bubbles with stories for Morrissey Marr slash fiction...and also the more I want to share what the books say about their relationship with others in the mozslash community to spark stories in other peoples minds - d'ya think it'd be ok to post that kind of stuff in Morrissey slash??
yuuuum disjointed contradictory rambling....mah favourite...so wass up with mah internetz homies (btw if you answer try to throw in as many daft street sayings as you can muster to express yourself) - I like learning new shite street lingo....or if you can't think of any then don't I will love you all the same if you comment....
Life is all really a bit pointless and I can't stop coming back to it....well it wouldn't be pointless if I had kids or something or someone to take care of but since I don't and I never will it is unavoidable a point my mental rumination keeps coming back to
Chocolate schnapps is evil and foul and not so much chocolate as rancid decade old penny sweets schnapps....but still anything to distract me from having 'deep' conversations with strange men who keep human skulls in their flats (god Lou knows some fucking strange people) Argh!!!!
Lou at work isn't so much of an arse once I've calmed down and stopped being pathetic...I just have to invite myself to her house like everyone else does apparently...
Apart from a few work friends I feel like I have none Jen is pretty disinterested in my woes and P has aroused my fury by having no conception of when my birthday is after 12 years of knowing me...
I need to plan what I am gonna do for my birthday - cos I need to do something even if it is as pathetic as all my other attempts at birthday merriment...
AND
Apparently according to this othewise top notch astrology book that I have bought since I have Uranus in the eight house (trust me I do) "when (my) death comes it is apt to be sudden and unexpected. " which as you will imagine cheered me to no end...
I don't like references to my own demise for I am churlishly and childishly afraid of death - in the arrogant way that someone who knows they will make absolutely zero mark on the world tends to be...
I had the sacrilicious thought of selling my valuable Still Ill 12" (the one with the same cover as the Hand in Glove 7") the other day - I can't believe I even thought that thought - SMITHS are fucking love and lust and everything in between and thus much more valuable thatn money
Matt at work didn't like the smiths :( its apparently not his kind of music which upsets me more than a little
some random agency got my information and keeps ringing me about jobs and I am now too scared to actually leave Sainsbury's at least I can do that job I am terrified I would be shit at any other - especially if it recquires too much hard work - I am a lazy bitch who likes being free during the day too much to actually do anything full time...
The whole world scares me sex scares me, jobs scare me, living alone scares me - I think I need therapy....or shooting but then again lets not talk about my death I'm afraid of it....lol....
AND the more I read about them in this astro book the more my brain bubbles with stories for Morrissey Marr slash fiction...and also the more I want to share what the books say about their relationship with others in the mozslash community to spark stories in other peoples minds - d'ya think it'd be ok to post that kind of stuff in Morrissey slash??
yuuuum disjointed contradictory rambling....mah favourite...so wass up with mah internetz homies (btw if you answer try to throw in as many daft street sayings as you can muster to express yourself) - I like learning new shite street lingo....or if you can't think of any then don't I will love you all the same if you comment....