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Thursday, 18 June 2009
Sunday, 14 June 2009
go on girl
two posts in so many days. what the buggery is wrong with me?
work was an absolute trial yesterday and i about died with exhaustion. and i broke with my saturday night tradition and didn't manage to leave early either. all this was not contributing to happy josh. instead it lent to a very sleepy and irritable josh. it was not enjoyable.
I'm feeling alright today however, which may have something to do with the fact that I slept until 1 in the afternoon. that's right ladies and gentles. 13.00. i dreamt that someone said they recognised me from that 'i'm running sainsbury's' show they're broadcasting on channel4 just now. hillairious, in every way except from being actually funny.
i've had quite a lot of boy-centric drama recently. been blown off three times by the same guy, and not in the good way. which is a complete pisstake. once i could forgive, two i was pissed but could have got past it, three is just a total joke. I was so angry, but he thinks it's alright for him to phone me when he's feeling a bit upset and i'll talk him down.
no regard to my feelings, they're inconsequential, but his are all consuming and clearly more important. asshole. one word to sort it all.
so today i'm planning on sitting and chilling, watching some shit weekend t.v. and possibly do a bit of monoprinting if I can find my printing ink. i'm wanting to get ahead on my book i have to make for uni, and i think that if something's not broken, don't fix it. monoprints have worked fine in the past, so why not now? you don't know? neither do i.
peace out
work was an absolute trial yesterday and i about died with exhaustion. and i broke with my saturday night tradition and didn't manage to leave early either. all this was not contributing to happy josh. instead it lent to a very sleepy and irritable josh. it was not enjoyable.
I'm feeling alright today however, which may have something to do with the fact that I slept until 1 in the afternoon. that's right ladies and gentles. 13.00. i dreamt that someone said they recognised me from that 'i'm running sainsbury's' show they're broadcasting on channel4 just now. hillairious, in every way except from being actually funny.
i've had quite a lot of boy-centric drama recently. been blown off three times by the same guy, and not in the good way. which is a complete pisstake. once i could forgive, two i was pissed but could have got past it, three is just a total joke. I was so angry, but he thinks it's alright for him to phone me when he's feeling a bit upset and i'll talk him down.
no regard to my feelings, they're inconsequential, but his are all consuming and clearly more important. asshole. one word to sort it all.
so today i'm planning on sitting and chilling, watching some shit weekend t.v. and possibly do a bit of monoprinting if I can find my printing ink. i'm wanting to get ahead on my book i have to make for uni, and i think that if something's not broken, don't fix it. monoprints have worked fine in the past, so why not now? you don't know? neither do i.
peace out
Saturday, 13 June 2009
i can't believe in you
i hate working late on a saturday, not just for the fact that i rarely go out after it so it ruins my weekend social life, but because i hate the waking and lying around waiting on going to work. It really bothers me and I get really annoyed.
today for instance, i've got up, chilled, listened to come tunes and chain smoked out the kitchen door. i have things i could be doing. i could be tidying my pit of a room, i could be playing guitar, i could be drawing, but instead i fret about going to work, because saturdays are always shit. they go sooo slowly and i get deeply bored because there's nobody exciting to speak to. they're all dull and deeply troubling. there has to be something wrong with people who go out of their way to work saturday nights.
in my mind these people don't socialise, and they don't go out and get blindingly drunk, so i have little in common with them. i'm aware that's not stopped me being friends with people before, and some of my best friends are the ones i have least in common to, but these people have no chat. chat's important. chat's what makes the world go round, and these people are dumb mutes.
it is, in a word, traumatic.
i fucking hate late saturdays
today for instance, i've got up, chilled, listened to come tunes and chain smoked out the kitchen door. i have things i could be doing. i could be tidying my pit of a room, i could be playing guitar, i could be drawing, but instead i fret about going to work, because saturdays are always shit. they go sooo slowly and i get deeply bored because there's nobody exciting to speak to. they're all dull and deeply troubling. there has to be something wrong with people who go out of their way to work saturday nights.
in my mind these people don't socialise, and they don't go out and get blindingly drunk, so i have little in common with them. i'm aware that's not stopped me being friends with people before, and some of my best friends are the ones i have least in common to, but these people have no chat. chat's important. chat's what makes the world go round, and these people are dumb mutes.
it is, in a word, traumatic.
i fucking hate late saturdays
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