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Well, I haven't updated my LJ in fucking AGES.
Not that plenty hasn't been going on... just that a lot of it's stuff that shouldn't be written down. heh. Except in lyrics about stabbing people's fucking eyeballs out. heh.
Precious few of the people I *should* be able to count on have actually done right by me recently, with offenders ranging from family to friends, but, as ever, that's ok and they'll get theirs.
I haven't written any music in a fucking *week*, which REALLY pisses me off, partially due to work and / social commitments, but mostly because: I got a new PC.
Well, not a whole new PC, but most of.
Imagine my PC was a puppy, in which case, I just gutted the little chap, ripped his heart, spleen and lungs out, and replaced them with much faster, shinier, and most of all *Expensive* new parts.
As a result, the puppy has taken a few days to adjust, and spent the first couple of hours sniffing it's own arse.
I'm not entirely fucking sure that was the best choice of metaphors. Basically, I just got a new processor, hard drive, motherboard, CD writer and a big old box of CDs.
It might have been quicker if I'd just said that.
Pfft.
Also, stuff is building up on the music / DeathBoy enterprises front; T-shirts, etc. are coming together, and, if I ever manage to talk to skelmonkey, I believe the album is still chalked in for january. At which point, I think I'm gonna have a very large amount of hard drugs and a little party in my head. Just to celebrate, you understand.
Oh yeah, and I discovered that I seem to have sent the CD, etc, etc, that I posted off to Numan to the WRONG CUNTING ADDRESS.
Which fucking amused me no fucking end.
So I'm gonna sort THAT out pretty fucking sharpish.
Well, started a track last night, almost finished it, but had to stop at 3:30am on account of being fucking STUPIDLY drunk (I'd like to thank the wonderful people at Smirnoff... thanks, guys), and because I had to get into work today.
Oh shit... yeah... work... I'd better fucking do some.
heheh.
Arse.
Not that plenty hasn't been going on... just that a lot of it's stuff that shouldn't be written down. heh. Except in lyrics about stabbing people's fucking eyeballs out. heh.
Precious few of the people I *should* be able to count on have actually done right by me recently, with offenders ranging from family to friends, but, as ever, that's ok and they'll get theirs.
I haven't written any music in a fucking *week*, which REALLY pisses me off, partially due to work and / social commitments, but mostly because: I got a new PC.
Well, not a whole new PC, but most of.
Imagine my PC was a puppy, in which case, I just gutted the little chap, ripped his heart, spleen and lungs out, and replaced them with much faster, shinier, and most of all *Expensive* new parts.
As a result, the puppy has taken a few days to adjust, and spent the first couple of hours sniffing it's own arse.
I'm not entirely fucking sure that was the best choice of metaphors. Basically, I just got a new processor, hard drive, motherboard, CD writer and a big old box of CDs.
It might have been quicker if I'd just said that.
Pfft.
Also, stuff is building up on the music / DeathBoy enterprises front; T-shirts, etc. are coming together, and, if I ever manage to talk to skelmonkey, I believe the album is still chalked in for january. At which point, I think I'm gonna have a very large amount of hard drugs and a little party in my head. Just to celebrate, you understand.
Oh yeah, and I discovered that I seem to have sent the CD, etc, etc, that I posted off to Numan to the WRONG CUNTING ADDRESS.
Which fucking amused me no fucking end.
So I'm gonna sort THAT out pretty fucking sharpish.
Well, started a track last night, almost finished it, but had to stop at 3:30am on account of being fucking STUPIDLY drunk (I'd like to thank the wonderful people at Smirnoff... thanks, guys), and because I had to get into work today.
Oh shit... yeah... work... I'd better fucking do some.
heheh.
Arse.
