I have Phil Collins' Both Sides of the Story in my head and I don't know why.
How are you?
Hope it snows properly in Reading soon
Very pretty. Yeah, but as long as it doesn't make the ICE DEATHTRAP at the end of my road any worse.
i think my left foot is just a bastard
Fortunately I've had a bloody lovely morning already, so I am BULLETPROOF.
Bit nippy, mind.
you my friend are clearly not a gentleman....... :D
Which was nice.
I slipped a lot when walking the dog this morning.
Also; recently he has been barking and whining as soon as my alarm goes off to get out of his crate. This is because he wants to be fed and that. But as soon as I get up of bed he stops, knowing that if he continues he'll get told off. Clever boy. But it's fucking desparate. So today I changed my alarm and he didn't even wake up ahaha. So that was excellent.
I had pancakes and maple syrup for dinner last night. That's a big plus side to having a Canadian partner.
I'm ok! I might have soup for breakfast! We're out of the relegation zone! I've almost finished all of my essays for this term! My friend rang me at 3am to say that I had 'a nice face'!
you'll have to find something else to eat i'm afraid
you'd better not say minestrone or ox-tail; I'll maybe let you get away with tomato.
i'm eating it now, i don't care if you won't allow it or not.
Could just have been a wrong number?
Let me have this. Let me believe that one singular person on this godforsaken planet isn't repulsed by my hideous visage. Please.
one benefit of an overly heated office is you warm up pretty quick after getting in from -5
Tomorrow is my Friday, hip hip hooray
Took the dog for a run at 6am. She got spooked by a man scraping ice off his car.
I am really hungry and called the wrong number today to have someone shout at me REALLY horribly. She was all WHERE DID YOU GET THIS NUMBER FROM? and I was like I DIDNT GET THIS NUMBER FROM ANYWHERE, I DIALED THE WRONG NUMBER!!!
and said it was really desperate and creepy. Sounds quite nice to me.
I won't be marrying this cunt though.
Feel dreadful. Theres 8 doughnuts and 16 muffins sitting on my desk though. Thats pretty good. I'm dealing with a load of hardship fund applications, and I feel bad for sayign this, but the people applying for it are fucking brazen. Ones put in a print out of a £1,200 mac saying if we can't pay for it all then she can get a new credit card for £500 in February so can we at least cover the £700? Send her a reply of :'DDDDDDDDDD
bit annoying but bound to happen. ONWARDS
just one of the jobs that i applied for didn't want me for an interview. it was actually one where i had no experience in a couple of the things they needed so it was no great surprise
the boilers at work are off. Fucking nice.
Left work early yesterday after having an anxiety attack and puking. I haven't felt that grim in ages.
Tomorrow is Athens!
I used to get them that badly too, puking and everything. Been relatively on top of them this year though thankfully, it will get easier.
I've had a lot going on and haven't been dealing with it too well. I just find it a bit embarrassing when it happens at work.
thankfully some CBT books and audiotapes helped me get a better grip on it and the only real anxiety problems I have these days are with my appetite; i'm still not great at eating in restaurants and stuff but so much better than I was a year ago.
i hope they are not rotting away inside of me. pretty sure i just heard a seagull squawk then a big loud bang then silence. bet it flew into a window.
can't decide whether to play some nintendo or watch rubbish tv
Got a huge report to do today and tomorrow that can't be sacked off. Last night, got offered a ticket to the premiere of The Hobbit and the after party, then a stay in a suite in Claridges. Sister-in-law is going in my place.
So pissed off right now. Doing angry report typing.
Like a proper pub, coin slot, balls in the window pool table. Who wants to play pool?
i'm good at pool
I'd like to meet you fapps so lets do it.
yeah whens the next landan meat thing.
I love pool!
Having a house big enough to accomodate a pool table is, pretty much, all I want out of life.
It was the best thing ever. Then we moved :(
where you hit the ball and it would genuinely take about a minute for it to reach the other side. It was impossible to pot anything.
It's a game that people pretend to think is better than pool, but in reality you just spend hours missing pots and racking up maximum breaks of about 8 or so before the game rolls to a tedious conclusion of both players chasing a black around the table.
Although, for decorative purposes, they look fucking great in a house!
you can enjoy pool with a much lower skill level than with snooker. plus, it's 75% less space taken up, so you could have air hockey too :)
Staring into the eyes of the over 90s. And shouting at them (only because they're deaf). But a whole morning of really old people is difficult. I would like a pint now
been pretty productive
so it makes PERFECT SENSE in this thread