Pasta & butter (with dashes of garlic and black pepper) for dinner, chocolate spread sandwich for dessert.
Now for another all-night video game session. Harvest Moon 64 and Chrono Trigger, just as soon as this repeat of QI is over.
Fuckit, I’m quite all right with my life at the moment.
Comedian talking about how lesbians making out is hot but you never hear girls going on about it being hot when guys make out.
Clearly this comedian has never been on the internet.
Someone I met last Thursday night and hung out with for like, three hours, if that, and then pretty much forgot about, just texted to tell me she can’t talk to me anymore.
Oh, okay. Truly I am devastated.
(I am getting too old for this sitcom life. I’m going to have a nice boring summer [also thanks to the fact that I’m poor] of just sitting online talking to people on LJ and AIM until 5am every night. Like when I was seventeen. TIME TO PRETEND TO BE A JEDI ON THE INTERNET—)
Never mind all the slightly-racist “NO FOREIGN CALL CENTRES GRRR” nonsense — they need to ban frickin’ Geordies from UK ones, I swear to fuck. Pretty sure I would’ve been able to understand an Indian dude way more easily. At least he would’ve spoken better English, anyway.
…what?
i am drunk and on a ladder
not the smartest way to start my night
OH LAWDY, just had a random encounter with a drunken neighbour (the same one who complimented me on this sign last summer when it was sitting outside my front door). She was like, “I hope you don’t mind me talking to you! And saying ‘hi’ next time I see you!”
“Er, no, that’s fine!”
“Just, whenever I see you, you’re always walking with your head down and all.”
“Oh, er, yeah, I know I seem a bit antisocial sometimes, sorry.”
(Yes. Yes, this is because then randoms don’t talk to me when I just want to get to the bus stop.)
