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Change of tack
Apr. 3rd, 2002 01:01 amVery few updates recently (although I'm going to do some post-dated ones...) because (again), I've actually living a real life so much that I've not had chance or inclination to be all that hardcore on my online life.
This is No Bad Thing (tm).
The recent deeds of Lol and Scott may not go down in history per se, but they'll certainly go down on our tombstones as major contributors to the violent heart attacks we're so desperately due.
We Have Been Living (tm).
Clubbing.
Partying.
LUDICROUS amounts of drugs (the Lol contingent), OBSCENE quantities of alcohol (that would be my area) plus fucking STUPID amounts of dancing.
The London Goth scene (SLUTS kiddies and the uk_goffs ... er... 'massive'... heh) has totally fucking changed our lives.
Well, after the fact that me n Lol met each other and now have a best mate / clubbing buddy that's both as insane and as intense as the other.
"Not going out" seems like some distant memory.
All this, and I've only known Lol since my birthday (August... not long in the great scheme of things).
We've made some truly fucking excellent friends.
We've travelled stupid distances for seemingly unlikely (yet inevitably fucking hardcore) party opportunites.
We have yet to strike out.
On the mundane front, work is hellishly busy too, but I'm past caring if my social life interrupts it as I finally feel like I'm alive again for the first time since uni. I think Lol feels like that, too. And he's about 8 years older than me. Which might explain why he's now on his final written warning from work for threatening to "kick someone's fucking head in".
I told you.
We're HAPPY.
Finally, because I'm sounding distinctly faggish here (no bad thing, but not my own major leaning), Liz has moved down to London, and we're looking for somewhere to stay.
This is going to suck shit in the short term, but, once sorted, will herald in a new era of partying that will eclipse even the current tsunami of hedonism.
Of course... I haven't actually written much music recently because of no time and excessive happiness... but I'm never dry long.
heh.
Right... having just FUCKED (yes, I'm bragging... sex is a fucking ace thing and I'm extremely pleased *whenever* I get it), I'm now starting work again.
At 1am.
Har.
That's how things are at the moment.
And frankly, I couldn't be happier.
heh.
This is No Bad Thing (tm).
The recent deeds of Lol and Scott may not go down in history per se, but they'll certainly go down on our tombstones as major contributors to the violent heart attacks we're so desperately due.
We Have Been Living (tm).
Clubbing.
Partying.
LUDICROUS amounts of drugs (the Lol contingent), OBSCENE quantities of alcohol (that would be my area) plus fucking STUPID amounts of dancing.
The London Goth scene (SLUTS kiddies and the uk_goffs ... er... 'massive'... heh) has totally fucking changed our lives.
Well, after the fact that me n Lol met each other and now have a best mate / clubbing buddy that's both as insane and as intense as the other.
"Not going out" seems like some distant memory.
All this, and I've only known Lol since my birthday (August... not long in the great scheme of things).
We've made some truly fucking excellent friends.
We've travelled stupid distances for seemingly unlikely (yet inevitably fucking hardcore) party opportunites.
We have yet to strike out.
On the mundane front, work is hellishly busy too, but I'm past caring if my social life interrupts it as I finally feel like I'm alive again for the first time since uni. I think Lol feels like that, too. And he's about 8 years older than me. Which might explain why he's now on his final written warning from work for threatening to "kick someone's fucking head in".
I told you.
We're HAPPY.
Finally, because I'm sounding distinctly faggish here (no bad thing, but not my own major leaning), Liz has moved down to London, and we're looking for somewhere to stay.
This is going to suck shit in the short term, but, once sorted, will herald in a new era of partying that will eclipse even the current tsunami of hedonism.
Of course... I haven't actually written much music recently because of no time and excessive happiness... but I'm never dry long.
heh.
Right... having just FUCKED (yes, I'm bragging... sex is a fucking ace thing and I'm extremely pleased *whenever* I get it), I'm now starting work again.
At 1am.
Har.
That's how things are at the moment.
And frankly, I couldn't be happier.
heh.
