Goblin Talk

I don’t have much time before I have to go and play some Quake. I’m having withdrawl symptoms from working all week

Really, this week was awesome. I’m enjoying the new job loads and I find myself feeling at home quite quickly.

As for the lack of posts, well, I’m getting used to the whole working all day thing again so by the time I get home I don’t really feel like coming up with something to say…even uninteresting like this

It’ll get better

Hell yeah baby! The Wii arrived on Friday in all it’s gloriousness. It was a wonderful time. Of course then, I had to get it working – and since the Boyf was at work, this meant figuring our all the wiring behind his amp. It was not an easy job, but finally, I accomplished the deed and I could play…without sound. Don’t give me that look, you try figuring out the right place for the sound cables to go in that birds nest.

So that’s why there was no post on Friday. I think it’s a reasonable excuse.

The excuse for today is um…well…hmm…AH HA! I’m studying! That’s it! Studying and working (if I’m needed) and you know, loads of interesting stuff.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow perhaps.

“Stop.”

It was barely more than a whisper, but she heard it clearly.

And that’s where the story ends. What happened before that? You tell me.

While you think about that though…
I’m as cynical and skeptical of everything as the next nutcase. Really. I am beyond happy that I can say that, without a doubt, I am not a conspiracy theorist. You guys should be writing fiction with some of the elaborate, illogical and downright stupid ideas you come up with. Do you honestly not have anything better to do? Real life isn’t a Mel Gibson movie so chances are, you really really do.

So please do it and take a minute to think a little bit before just spouting out some bullshit simply because the news started at 21:01 one night instead of at 21:00 on the dot. Let’s have some limits shall we?

I know it’s a short post today but I’m really excited about the possibilities of something happening. Sure, every other day was a let down but today might be different That being said, I’m not completely in the mood to go on a full blown rant about ridiculous conspiracy theories. Feel free to do your part in the comments though. Actually, I welcome it. Let’s call it a project. All you have to do is tell me the worst theory you’ve ever heard.

A quick word before I go and drown in the interesting world of transcribing academic interviews again (so not interesting).
Well, to that I have to say…fuck you and that horse your rode in on. Seriously. I know the horse hasn’t actually done anything wrong, but for being willing to transport such a pretentious fuck on his back, I think he can take a fuck you.

While I’m doling out the fucks here…you know who else can get one? Those people who only track you down when they want something. And then some of them have the cheek to get snippy when you refuse. I won’t say fuck you to your horse, because you’ve probably borrowed it from someone else and it’s already suffering enough.

Anyway, don’t take this all too seriously. I am typing this with a smile on my face and laughter in my heart…but really, fuck you

So much for that blog more resolution huh?

I think my excuse is quite a good one though.

I feel too miserable to by of any good around here. The heat means I am feeling constantly tired and nauseous and it is not a fun feeling. By the time I manage to get to lunch time it becomes a serious problem trying to keep my eyes open. It doesn’t matter how much sleep I get the night before either. It is the strangest bloody thing.

Otherwise, it’s Mummy dearests 60th birthday today so happy happy to her. Thankfully she enjoyed the day out on Sunday and my dad didn’t piss her off so at least I’ve been a good child in one respect. 2 points for me!

And then…I can tell you absolutely nothing else. I have thoughts and stuff going on in my head that would be nice to share but it’s like so much effort.

Although…I will say one thing. I read an article yesterday about some people who were illegally squatting and shacking it up bitching about getting evicted and demanding that alternative accomodations be organised before they are. At what point can I demand shit like this? I mean, I’m unemployed and stuff…does that mean I can just stop paying rent and never leave? Just a thought.