Compliment...
On Friday, I was referred to as an INTELLECTUAL PROVOCATEUR.
How fucking HOT is that? It's very hot. Practically the HOTTEST.
I miss Brian. Brian was at Oxford last year but is now living it up in Washington DC, putting the world of the Democratic Governors' Convention to rights.
We used to frequent the less salubrious drinking establishments in Oxford and the more salubrious drinking establishments in DC. Brian I miss you! Get your ass over to Oxford soon.
Brian For President! Yeah!!
Currently listening to: In My Time of Need by Ryan Adams.
Had a rather unusual dream in Saturday night. I was on a bus in London with Conrad the photographer and he got off the bus at his stop and the bus continued on. I had taken my black Doc Martens off (I don't own Doc Martens) and put them in a plastic bag with a frying pan. I dozed off and was awoken as the bus braked suddenly. I panicked and scooped up the plastic bag not realising that one of the shoes had fallen out. Whilst scrambling around on the floor of the bus to recapture the wayward shoe, I elbowed the bag with the frying pan and the other shoe and sent them flying out the window just. I leapt out after the bag just as the bus pulled away. It wasn't until the bus had gathered speed that I realised that I'd left my wallet and phone on the bus.
So, there I was...in London, late at night, no money or phone BUT with a frying pan and 1 shoe. Luckily.
I recounted this dream to my housemate on Sunday morning and we ended up having a deep and meaningful discussion about the dream becoming reality and me ending up lonely and alone in old age.
Does anyone else worry that they'll end up shoeless and alone in old age?
I was in quite a good mood til then. Bloody housemate.
Currently listening to: Close to You by Matt Munro.
Currently listening to:
How fucking HOT is that? It's very hot. Practically the HOTTEST.
I miss Brian. Brian was at Oxford last year but is now living it up in Washington DC, putting the world of the Democratic Governors' Convention to rights.
We used to frequent the less salubrious drinking establishments in Oxford and the more salubrious drinking establishments in DC. Brian I miss you! Get your ass over to Oxford soon.
Brian For President! Yeah!!
Currently listening to: In My Time of Need by Ryan Adams.
Had a rather unusual dream in Saturday night. I was on a bus in London with Conrad the photographer and he got off the bus at his stop and the bus continued on. I had taken my black Doc Martens off (I don't own Doc Martens) and put them in a plastic bag with a frying pan. I dozed off and was awoken as the bus braked suddenly. I panicked and scooped up the plastic bag not realising that one of the shoes had fallen out. Whilst scrambling around on the floor of the bus to recapture the wayward shoe, I elbowed the bag with the frying pan and the other shoe and sent them flying out the window just. I leapt out after the bag just as the bus pulled away. It wasn't until the bus had gathered speed that I realised that I'd left my wallet and phone on the bus.
So, there I was...in London, late at night, no money or phone BUT with a frying pan and 1 shoe. Luckily.
I recounted this dream to my housemate on Sunday morning and we ended up having a deep and meaningful discussion about the dream becoming reality and me ending up lonely and alone in old age.
Does anyone else worry that they'll end up shoeless and alone in old age?
I was in quite a good mood til then. Bloody housemate.
Currently listening to: Close to You by Matt Munro.
Currently listening to:
posted by OrlandoCatastrophic at Monday, August 15, 2005
5 Comments:
if you're a glass-is-half-empty type, sure, you were missing a shoe. And your wallet, cash and all the pieces of plastic that are the very modern manifestations of existence.
But on the other hand, surely the loss of a shoe - even a doc marten - is just an indication of an onrushing dramatic climax to your own cinderella story?
Erm..yeah...whatever. I was shitting myself. It's al very well to be shoeless and money less in London in the middle of the night in a dream but I wouldn't want to expereicne it in reality. I don't even like Doc Martens. Do I look like a lesbian? Do I?
I was wrong. Not for the first time; and I don't think it will be the last:
http://kidney.niddk.nih.gov/kudiseases/pubs/utiadult/#causes
That should be:
http://kidney.niddk.nih.gov/kudiseases/pubs/utiadult/#causes
stupid computer
Ha ha! That is worse than the fucko who tried to flog viagra through my guestbook! But there is a connection between these two seemingly unrelated incidents - both involve wood....
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