FLAAAAAAAT.

np: No Doubt - Suspension without Suspense

Oh Christ. It is the best flat evar.

Seriously. I will sell my body for this flat.

- Chris

Republican copy-pasters on forums

np: The Boo Radleys - It's Lulu

Seriously. The worst thing ever to happen to the Internet. Including Robbie Buckshot La Funk.

- Chris

P A R T Why?

np: Manowar - Achilles, Agony and Ecstacy in

Meant to be going out tonight to a party. Don't think I can be assed. It means starting late and finishing very late, there might not be many honeys there (at least, not single, hot ones who like boys with red skin and yellow hair) and I'd probably end up sitting talking with (i.e. mostly not talking with) the boys.

I need a change. Pronto. Disappointed with the way this weekend went. Need to do something before the holiday.

- Chris

Oooh! Sun!

np: Parliament - Give up the Funk (Tear the Roo

(Winamp loves this track.)

Jobcentre time. Wish me luck.

I need to get back and out in this weather. I'd forgotten what sun looked like.

Nearly party time! After today I'm going to relax in this heat for a week. Try and get some sunburn protection in place before I leave. And cut down on the lager (by "cut down" I mean "cut out altogether" to try and rid myself of the gut for a bit.

- Chris

Another entry from the Book Of The Best Things Ever

np: Bis - Burn the Suit

Stolen from someone off the MAME boards.

- Chris

Test. Again.

np: Blur - Entertain Me

I've decided that w.bloggar isn't actually that bad. Could still do with being Free.

- Chris

Sacked.

np: Marilyn Manson - Seizure of Power

Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.

That's putting it mildly. You get what you wish for, and that's what I get for wishing it.

On top of that, no redundancy insurance on either the lappy or my loan, and the bank isn't letting me change my mind now. The utter shits.

So, good news:

1. I no longer have to restrict my job- or flat-hunting to places which leave me within an hour of the middle of nowhere. This is great.

2. I've got a paycheque coming in real soon now.

3. Magaluf next week. I'm going back into town to buy bleach. Pray that the ends of my hair don't rot off: if they don't it should look okay, and in a fortnight I will be the Sexy Euro Boy again.

4. I thought these jeans had shrunk. Wearing them in the rain has sorted them. w00t.

Anyway, yeah. I really hope my hair works. I could seriously do with some immediate fillyification.

w.bloggar's annoying me, as all proprietary software does. Where are the alternatives?

- Chris

The wonders of sleep

Or the lack thereof.

Went to Glasgow yesterday; got drunk with Readwin on a pub crawl; went back to Edinburgh; slept on a step.

Gah.

Now at Conrad's, showing off Firefox and watching F1. wysiwyg still rocks hard.

- Chris

Jill is the best

True.

thumperward@hotmail.com please. Ooh I'm so excited.

Note to self. Nightlies are more trouble than they're worth.

- Chris

I'm probably going to collape shortly

np: Cay - Resurrexit

Curry on the hob, beerishness imminent, and mym mummy just spent one whole pound on a brand-new Model M. I have my own keyboard again. I fucking love these things.

- Chris