Mother-fucking, cock-sucking, gang-banging, sons-of-bitches
The reason for me failing to blog on Friday was due to the fact that HSBC have fucked-up a standing order for my rent. £350 left my account on Wednesday, I got a call on Friday from my letting agent asking where the hell my rent money was. I called up HSBC and they managed to put it into the wrong account. I best have that money by the end of the week (I'll try not to get angry as that seems to be an influencing factor in setting off my shakes.) Radio transmission, indeed!
Saturday L and I went ice-skating for T's birthday (a friend from uni), although I didn't skate by myself I thought I did OK, even hough L's arm is suffering now (sorry babycakes!) I did take out a small kid, which was kinda fun. If you can't skate with the big boys, then you shouldn't be skating!
The shakes were bad. Then they stopped, as I lost all feeling in my right arm. It's back to 'normal' again, but I wish all this shaking thing would just quit. If I did have to chop my arm off I could get a prosthetic arm and have a hook for a hand. Bring me Peter Pan!
The weekend goes too quick. I still feel as though it is a day too short, Saturday feels like the only day you have to yourself. Friday evening is over too quick, and a lot of the time I'm too tired to do anything as I'm fucked from the week's events, aka work. Then on Sunday all I think of is that I have to go back to work tomorrow. Damn thoughts. Oh, and I've also been informed that on Friday I missed Sky from Neighbours in a bikini. I hope the TV producers listen to my idea of 'late-night' Neighbours, you know it makes sense!
And so I have another week ahead of me. But I have a friend's 30th to attend this coming weekend, as well as my own 22nd. My favourite gay, black friend is also coming into town next week, though I do think that is more for the 30th than for the 22nd, but it's a long way from Washington to Liverpool so it'll be fun to see him again, as I probably won't see him again for quite a while.
Now I'm going to try and call L and tell her what to do about this Marketing Manager / Business Development job at my work. I also have to try and book my car in at Liverpool airport for when we go to Latvia.
Saturday L and I went ice-skating for T's birthday (a friend from uni), although I didn't skate by myself I thought I did OK, even hough L's arm is suffering now (sorry babycakes!) I did take out a small kid, which was kinda fun. If you can't skate with the big boys, then you shouldn't be skating!
The shakes were bad. Then they stopped, as I lost all feeling in my right arm. It's back to 'normal' again, but I wish all this shaking thing would just quit. If I did have to chop my arm off I could get a prosthetic arm and have a hook for a hand. Bring me Peter Pan!
The weekend goes too quick. I still feel as though it is a day too short, Saturday feels like the only day you have to yourself. Friday evening is over too quick, and a lot of the time I'm too tired to do anything as I'm fucked from the week's events, aka work. Then on Sunday all I think of is that I have to go back to work tomorrow. Damn thoughts. Oh, and I've also been informed that on Friday I missed Sky from Neighbours in a bikini. I hope the TV producers listen to my idea of 'late-night' Neighbours, you know it makes sense!
And so I have another week ahead of me. But I have a friend's 30th to attend this coming weekend, as well as my own 22nd. My favourite gay, black friend is also coming into town next week, though I do think that is more for the 30th than for the 22nd, but it's a long way from Washington to Liverpool so it'll be fun to see him again, as I probably won't see him again for quite a while.
Now I'm going to try and call L and tell her what to do about this Marketing Manager / Business Development job at my work. I also have to try and book my car in at Liverpool airport for when we go to Latvia.
posted by Martyn @ 12:59 PM
1 Comments:
At 6:16 AM,
OC said…
Hahaha I can't believe you watch Neighbours. I'm glad Serena is dead/gone (whatever) cause I hated her. Neighbours is sad. You should have much better things to do with your time... and so should I.
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