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I actually ended up playing FINAL FANTASY EIGHT till 1am. Then from 1.05am onwards I proceeded to recieve text messages informing me of friends arrival back in deepest darkest SW17. I was still recieving this same message at lunchtime. Let's see if they're stopping being sent now. Woo! Think problem is solved. I lost count when I had recieved 15 of these messages. I am sure I got 20+. Ah mobile phones lovely. NB - bet it wouldn't have happened if he had a beautiful SIEMENS phone like myself.
So I found a friends website after he contacted me on stumbling on my blog. He has one too! It's very orange. Personally, I'd recommend pair.com, really cheap and meet all of my meagre needs. Lots of storage space also. Chris - they DO sell The Onion in the UK. Try Borders, when you're back in Manchester that is. Or if you're really desperate, I can pick you up a copy from the Oxford St branch where they always have several. I think they're £3.50?
Tom pointed me to this cos no fule read Ananova in the REAL WORLD: When Stealing Eggs Goes Wrong!!. Warning, includes picture of mang flicking the V's in ye olde pynke rocke style so BE WARNED KIDS.
Actually, here's another story from Ananova (perhaps I might start reading it after all eh whot?) regarding the GIANT WAVE THAT WILL KILL US ALL. Please would all my American friends please move at least 20 miles inland, please? So you have to take the PATH a few more stops, I am NOT letting you drown because of La Palma falling into the ocean. TIDAL WAVE ARGRH.
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UGH OH NO THEY'RE SO ORANGE YUCK HIDE IT NO THE SKY IS TOO BRIGHT! Ah this is better, back to greyness, too grey, oh no for now the screen is black! Whee! When Ronan said Life Is A Rollercoaster surely he must mean the turbulent emotions garnered in such an experience.
I need new trainers, I think. But I should concentrate on buying some smart shoes. I have to go to work.
How can you tell when you should be missing someone? Can you miss someone who you saw only the night beforehand? Well, I do. We don't go to the regular places - in fact if anyone knew where we went we'd be laughed out of House and Home. No-one notices us there, we melt into the background. When we leave and get onto the brightly light streets it seems like another world.
Isabelle the ex-Bar Tender!
Speaking of which, I have re-entered the Blogs Formerly Known As Uk Bloggers Blogs. They still probably are for all I know. I can't go and look at plasticbag.org though. Not yet. Too much too soon, and that. And also, is that scary picture of Tom Coates still up there? It gave me DAS FEAR. What is the German for "the fear", anyway? Vier? No. For that is the number FOUR. Hahaha!!
But TONIGHT I am going to spend playing FINAL FANTASY 8! This is coz I have no money to go to the pubXor. Soon I shall be swapping my rubbidge black and white telly for a colour one and then oh dear readers you shall not see me for days as I thrall to the joys of "Crikey I never knew the car in that advert was BLOO I would have sworn it was GREEN" etc etc und so weiter. And Final Fantasy 8 will look even better. And if I happen to be awake at 8.30 on a Saturday morning again, we could cuddle and watch the Powerpuff Gurls in COLOUR. And I can remember how much fun wiggling the "contrast" button can be.
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I used to love this chocolate bar. It was a cappucino flavoured one that came in big chunks. Cadburys don't make it anymore though. I'd get one every week. I spent my days wandering about, school tie stuffed in bag, wearing these brown trainers I loved. There was an entire day when I couldn't just go home after a while as my parents were in for some reason. I spent the whole afternoon in this one same bus stop which was slightly hidden by the road by trees. It was by a hospital. I remember a doctor bustling to the stop, checking his watch, and pager. Apart from that, I don't think anyone else came all day. I listened to my walkman, and I may have even read Melody Maker too. Both of which have since broken and bus stops in London are always busy. So I ride the trains and watch people. And instead of the chocolate bar, I might go to Coffee Republic.
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The Shopping Crow Monkey Arse Atak Diaries vs The Baddies (feat. Bobface), aka the communal blog of Starry and the Arsemonkey, has a new project.
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Oh heavens. Whilst walking home last night from the tube. Dark and raining and I was keeping my eyes on the pavement and avoiding the cracks. I had my coat on and my hood up. The usual drunk ramblings were filtering through my mind. He finds me unattractive. You should never go out again. This is horrible. Get thee behind me pathetic fallacy! Brie, tomato and basil back at the flat cheered me up of course. And of course... the text messages.
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I wonder what aspect of my life I shall google next?
How to find it!
Us going to the pub and picnics and getting confused!
The Panic The Vomit!
Christmas 93 Pub Crawl! A pretty rough pub as you might expect from the area. Didn't look busy, probably only gets trade when the market is open.
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I am so uninteresting. I think I should take this whole thing down and think what I really want to do with my online worth.
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Ah. I've just been randomly looking up someone on the internet. And then I wondered what people would find it they searched for me - as a friend of mine managed to find me via this. And I found my namesakes gravestone. Hmmm.
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Oh no. Back in the blogging world for a day and already I want to REDESIGN. Mmmmm.
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Well, I still have issues with that review. I scribbled a few things out on a piece of paper using A PEN about it, but have yet to type it up. This is what happens without the internet! You resort back to the primitive land of biro and old printer paper. Hopefully I'll get round to typing it up soon - but for now, my head is resting in my hands and I am moaning something like "pesticides... ground crop sprayers... HTML...BRANE..."... yes chaps! Despite the rubbish design of my very own SVTB - I seem to know enough HTML to do a significant proportion of our Branches intranet site. Whoop de doo! The annoying thing is that whilst I am tearing my hair out, trying to remember Barebones HTML (before we had the internet and I could look things up) - the person sitting next to me sits pretty, does bugger all, and talks about how he wants to be a web designer well don't we all want to be newmeejahoors sweetie darling sweetie... GAH.Furcht!!!
Danke schon, Babelfish!
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