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James may earn more money in tips than I do in wages, but I bet he never got a dart in his tip jar. I got a dart in my tip jar. It flies swift and true, and sticks in the walls of my room with a satisfying *thunk*. Someone really should remove these pointy objects from me before I do myself an injury. My lampshades now have more rips in them than a Hair-Metaller's t-shirt.
I've started drinking Coke in glass bottles from Best One just for the sheer novelty of it. I went to get some at around five yesterday morning and the store clerk was sitting there relentlessly trying not to look high. Trying and failing. I love my local store.
I've started re-reading Watchmen, this time the way it's meant to be read, being one chapter per night.
The discovery of £250 on one of my cards led to a quick round of impulse-shopping yesterday, which is kinda stupid because I now realise that I haven't bought anything that I was actually looking for. No Final Fantasy XI (because after my narrow escape from RO I daren't risk a foray into an even richer imaginary world), no Boondock Saints DVD. I did however order a sexy hoodie to keep me warm. so warm...
I need to draw Lara's friend a picture. I just need to get the drawing urge to come back to me. I've got an idea of what to draw, but just no... drive. Apart from Lara repeating "draw Sam a picture" while perching on a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door. It will be done. It will.
And my computer is so fucked right now. It's so full of adware and malware and viruses and I can't get rid of the fucking things. I tried to do a full clean, to blitz the bejeezus out of every piece of the fucking shit that inundates the fucking internet and decides to load itself WITHOUT MY PERMISSION onto MY FUCKING PROPERTY! How is this legal? Fuck cracking down on the torrents and mp3s and roms, fuck the big companies that are worried that they're not getting all of the pie anymore. Get rid of these horrible little scumfucks that cause my once-beautiful, efficient machine to run like those fucking cube things I used to have to use in school. those grey macs. you know the ones. Horrible.
9 uses of the word fuck in that paragraph. Inexcusable.
Ngh. I've got a headache now.
I've started drinking Coke in glass bottles from Best One just for the sheer novelty of it. I went to get some at around five yesterday morning and the store clerk was sitting there relentlessly trying not to look high. Trying and failing. I love my local store.
I've started re-reading Watchmen, this time the way it's meant to be read, being one chapter per night.
The discovery of £250 on one of my cards led to a quick round of impulse-shopping yesterday, which is kinda stupid because I now realise that I haven't bought anything that I was actually looking for. No Final Fantasy XI (because after my narrow escape from RO I daren't risk a foray into an even richer imaginary world), no Boondock Saints DVD. I did however order a sexy hoodie to keep me warm. so warm...
I need to draw Lara's friend a picture. I just need to get the drawing urge to come back to me. I've got an idea of what to draw, but just no... drive. Apart from Lara repeating "draw Sam a picture" while perching on a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door. It will be done. It will.
And my computer is so fucked right now. It's so full of adware and malware and viruses and I can't get rid of the fucking things. I tried to do a full clean, to blitz the bejeezus out of every piece of the fucking shit that inundates the fucking internet and decides to load itself WITHOUT MY PERMISSION onto MY FUCKING PROPERTY! How is this legal? Fuck cracking down on the torrents and mp3s and roms, fuck the big companies that are worried that they're not getting all of the pie anymore. Get rid of these horrible little scumfucks that cause my once-beautiful, efficient machine to run like those fucking cube things I used to have to use in school. those grey macs. you know the ones. Horrible.
9 uses of the word fuck in that paragraph. Inexcusable.
Ngh. I've got a headache now.