Rusted from the Rain

I attempted to go for a run this morning. It ended at the nearest Starbucks. Epic fail.


Random fact of the day: I hate tomatoes but I like tomato sauce on pizza just fine.

Yours?

Caught up on sleep. Feels wonderful. Ready for the day (night). Anyone up for dinner/drinks/whatever? Been holed up at home for too long now.

Discovered some old photographs from, like, over ten years ago. I had a strange fondness for kneesocks. Life in retrospect is always fun, I guess.

The unthinkable happened. Ran out of cigarettes at work today.

Now I'm bored. One random fact from me in exchange for one of yours. Ready? Go!

I once coloured my hair pink for a school ball because I lost a bet. Earned me detention.

New ink on my leg is finally finished. Looks great but hurt like hell and makes it a little hard to sit somewhere properly right now. Brought this upon myself though, therefore I guess I have no right to complain.

Lazy Sunday ahead. I plan on doing absolutely nothing except for eating, watching TV and reading. One of these days I need a massage, I think. At least that's what my body is trying to tell me with all the cramped up muscles, I assume.

There's a gig in Camden next week, pretty awesome band. Anyone wanna come along?

First time since the weekend that I feel like I can write and actually make sense. Last week work ate me alive and then I spent the weekend at home for my sister's birthday. What's been going on here? Gimme an update on what I missed. Also, if anyone is up for drinks tonight, I'll be around...somewhere. Should probably grab some proper food before that...

Things I learnt this weekend:

1) Portkeying + hangover from hell = outcome indescribable
2) No matter how old you are or how manly you try to be, tiny women calling themselves your aunts are still going to pinch your cheeks
3) Nothing like a proper night out in St. Petersburg
4) Apparently I have no language skills. Switching from one to the other and back leaves me confused
5) No matter what, in your mama's eyes you're always gonna be too skinny.

This week has been insane. My grand plans for today? Stay home and eat cereal right from the box. I'm badass like that. I should go watch a friend's band play tonight but I have the feeling that I can't motivate myself to move. That would also include getting dressed properly ect ect. Too much of a hassle. I'd rather watch talk shows and yell at the TV screen.

Been adding some new ink on my leg as well. Know a dude who is apprentice in a tattoo parlor and he recommended that one artist, so obviously I couldn't resist. Been some time since the last one was added anyway.

Anyone entertain me? I'm sure there are people out there doing more interesting things than me today.

How exactly does one know if a rib is broken? Hypothetically speaking, of course.


For some weird reason my parents think that I'll be able to motivate Sonya to put a little more effort into school. They won't see that it is a lost case. Best case scenario is that the girl ends up married to a rich guy. Her life ambition seems to be becoming a princess. I don't think one needs NEWTs for that one. Some days I'm just eternally grateful that the family is living so far away. Three women = a lot of drama.

Note to self: Falling asleep on the tube is bad. Do not repeat.


Friday night followed by a horrid Saturday morning as usual. If there was a way to get coffee in an intravenous drip? I'd do it. Might go into work today because there is some stuff to work on. Need to mentally prepare for the menial task of standing up though. Wasting time and writing crap in here is much more fun.

Someone entertain me and give a reason to laze around in bed a bit longer?

So freakin' tired. Crawling out of bed this morning? Not my best moment ever.

Anyone up for a coffee break? I think one more file on my desk and I'll have to puke.