Blow my spunk-bubble
So it would finally appear that Lindell has finally freed Mister Daniela from the marital bed. Good to have you back with us.
So the hunt for the car continues. I still have my eye on an Audi A3, but I've expanded that search to the Toyoya Corolla (hatchback), Lyla won't let me have a Jaguar - boo hiss! Still really have to sort out some sort of budget for when I'm in Leeds. I need to get me mam onto that methinks, she'll be able to look at tax, at least that way I know what I've got to play with. Phnarr phnarr!
The flat-hunting kicks-off on Tuesday. It'll be nice to go round a property without having to try and convince people that they should buy/rent it, then again I don't do that anyway. Should I really be in sales? Two bedrooms, unfurnished, parking, in the city centre for about £600-650PCM. I wonder what I could get for Saskatoon for that price? Three apartments in Lyla's building, that's what!!!
Fuck me I have such a cunting boring blog. It would be so much easier if a computer could read what I was thinking. I could go into loads of random shite, but I can't be bothered to type. Perhaps I should just dictate to someone, or have a ghostwriter??? I'd love to be able to tell people exactly how I feel, though it gives me greater pleasure knowing that people know I'm fucked up enough that they can draw they're own conclusions without me having to reveal anything in particular. One day you may all get to know me a little better.
Today I downloaded Stop the Cavalry by Jona Louie. Probably the greatest Christmas song ever (closely followed by Fairytale of New York), I cannot stop playing this song. For some reason I have an incredible urge to listen to Christmas songs in the summer months. When I worked at Burger King we always used to put the Christmas CD on during the middle of the summer. Anything to make the day pass a little quicker.
So tomorrow Carlisle embark on the longest journey in the football league, all the way to Yeovil, the land of cider. Fans will be leaving Carlisle at about 5am, to make it to Yeovil in time for a few pre-game ales, then arriving back in Carlisle in early hours of Sunday morning. Up the Blues - Be Just and Fear Not.
I hope my terms and conditions come through the post tomorrow, it's spunk-bubbling annoying that they haven't arrived yet.
So the hunt for the car continues. I still have my eye on an Audi A3, but I've expanded that search to the Toyoya Corolla (hatchback), Lyla won't let me have a Jaguar - boo hiss! Still really have to sort out some sort of budget for when I'm in Leeds. I need to get me mam onto that methinks, she'll be able to look at tax, at least that way I know what I've got to play with. Phnarr phnarr!
The flat-hunting kicks-off on Tuesday. It'll be nice to go round a property without having to try and convince people that they should buy/rent it, then again I don't do that anyway. Should I really be in sales? Two bedrooms, unfurnished, parking, in the city centre for about £600-650PCM. I wonder what I could get for Saskatoon for that price? Three apartments in Lyla's building, that's what!!!
Fuck me I have such a cunting boring blog. It would be so much easier if a computer could read what I was thinking. I could go into loads of random shite, but I can't be bothered to type. Perhaps I should just dictate to someone, or have a ghostwriter??? I'd love to be able to tell people exactly how I feel, though it gives me greater pleasure knowing that people know I'm fucked up enough that they can draw they're own conclusions without me having to reveal anything in particular. One day you may all get to know me a little better.
Today I downloaded Stop the Cavalry by Jona Louie. Probably the greatest Christmas song ever (closely followed by Fairytale of New York), I cannot stop playing this song. For some reason I have an incredible urge to listen to Christmas songs in the summer months. When I worked at Burger King we always used to put the Christmas CD on during the middle of the summer. Anything to make the day pass a little quicker.
So tomorrow Carlisle embark on the longest journey in the football league, all the way to Yeovil, the land of cider. Fans will be leaving Carlisle at about 5am, to make it to Yeovil in time for a few pre-game ales, then arriving back in Carlisle in early hours of Sunday morning. Up the Blues - Be Just and Fear Not.
I hope my terms and conditions come through the post tomorrow, it's spunk-bubbling annoying that they haven't arrived yet.
posted by Martyn @ 3:59 PM
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