It seems like it's been a while since my last hopelessly drunken journal entry, so here I bring you one to top up the reserves a little.

I finally get AIM working and no one is online.. Bah.

I'm having to train up several people at work to basically do my job for me while I'm away for the next 6 - 8 weeks, and it's INCREDIBLY frustrating, which is ( Read more... )

I came here in the hope of making a decent journal entry about my life these last few days, but now that I'm here nothing much is coming to mind ( Read more... )

A prior warning ( Read more... )

Half past 4. In the morning.
HALF PAST FOUR IN THE FUCKING MORNING.

I'm meant to be going shopping tomorrow morning.
Shit. Technically it's THIS morning. Heheheh.

Maybe I can squeeze everything in in the afternoon. =/

Why am I not sleeping?
Bah. Another rum? WHY NOT.

Shopping List

- Easter Eggs (James, Mum, Ked, Rach -- small bucket of eggs for extended ( Read more... )

The plan tonight is to get nicely plastered tonight, finish up the last of the rum, and wallow in happy procrastination ( Read more... )

Drinking again ( Read more... )

I don't want to do this anymore.

My hand is hurting like a little fucking bitch right now ( Read more... )

It's been one of those days ( Read more... )

Well it cures whatever strange depression I seem to be under.

Last night, as I sat in the The Bat Cave eating tacos and watching The Jesus Dance Party, the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a fucking sound. It was my crispy friend Jokor. He told me that he couldn't solve the 5000 problems that Dr. Crane had assigned for homework.
I'm ( Read more... )