[320] Electric Avenue! January 22nd, 2002 – 1:09pm Posted in Events No comments

He-hey! I’ve stuck with the job for more than two weeks for the first time ever. Striker! This money business gets better every week. You turn up at work for a bit, do some stuff, and at the end of the week there’s a load of money in your bank. It’s really great. That said I’m trying not to get too into it because I don’t want to miss money too much when I go to uni. So… yeah. Life is really weird here when everyone is away – I don’t drink much at all, I don’t spend much, in fact, I don’t really do much of anything. Time still goes really quickly though and undoubtedly everyone’ll be back for Easter before I know it. Ah well…

[321] 2002 already… January 9th, 2002 – 1:10pm Posted in Events No comments

Yep, here it is. Amazing. Time is going so fast. I started another job today. The pay is slightly better than the last few shitty jobs (£5/hour ain’t too bad considering) and it seems fairly relaxed. Working in itself still makes my brain itch though, no matter how hard I try to just accept it has to be done. Ah well. You know what? I’m going to try to make this the first page without any moaning on it. I think there’s been quite enough of that really; perhaps most tellingly, none of it has really made me feel much better in the end, so I guess it has no point beyond a little therapeutic value and convincing random internet people and friends that I’m a lonely, self-obsessive git who spouts some serious shite after a few drinks. Ah well…

Anyway, I’ve got things to do for a change – UCAS …read more.

[74] Girls using “love” when there’s no love there January 7th, 2002 – 11:40pm Posted in Bad Things, Thoughts No comments

This one is just my fault, I just haven’t come to terms with the fact that girls do say “love” totally innocently. It just gets my goat. And really confuses me. And I hate having my goat gotten and being confused, so it really fucks me up. I get messages and e-mails all the time, finishing off with “love whoever”, and I just can’t fucking tell what’s going on. You see, I’ve had it before, when I got a message finishing like that, and I was already cynical at that time so I just thought sod this for a game of darts and presumed it was that irritating kind of non-love love, when it actually did mean “love” – not just “love”. If you see what I mean. I’m still bitter about mis-interpreting that one, in fact, I’m gutted. So, this rant is going out to all women who over-use …read more.