29th December, 2008 (9:53 pm)
The Day With The MADNESS (9)
Am starting to think that it may just be easier to buy a gun and KILL MYSELF than keep up this pathetic pretense that some day, maybe, I'll complete the fucking thing. And trust me, that's saying something: guns are not easy to come by around these parts.
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13th December, 2008 (12:25 pm)
The Day I Was Frrrreeeezzzzzzing (5)
I am so sick of being cold.
In the UK, we’re not so used to weather extremes. We tend to bob along quite nice, shuffling along in mediocrity, rarely too hot or too cold or too windy or too anything. For the most part, I think this is why I’ve never been tempted to emigrate elsewhere; yes, there are lot of crap things about living in the UK - and please, don’t get me started on those - a ranty Vixx is not a happy Vixx - but at least I’m not boiling hot or freezing cold whilst I endure them.
Until now, that is.
The last few weeks have been ridiculous. Yesterday? Yesterday my dashboard told me that my car’s engine had been running for over an hour and there was still ice on the bonnet when I pulled into the car park at work. I’m regularly having to scrape the windscreen inside as well as out, and I’m going through a can of de-icer a week. I wouldn’t mind, but because we’re the UK - and we’re so used to oh-so-averages - even after weeks of this ‘cold snap’ no-one seems to be on top of it. I witnessed a car careering into another on Tuesday after the roads between here and S’s school went ungritted, my work just CANNOT sort out the bloody heating, sending us from one extreme to the other within minutes, and S had two impromptu days off this week thanks to the boiler pegging out at his school. I’m perpetually under one of S’s old nursery blankets, cuddled up into the corner of the sofa in a bid to get warm. But the worse thing? The very worse thing? WE HAVEN’T EVEN HAD ANY SNOW. My corner of the UK seems to be the only part of the country that hasn’t seen as much as a single flake. Seriously - how unfair is this?
This is the MAIN reason I stay in the UK. Along with the wondrous lack of engorged spiders and bugs, the one the the UK has going for it is its complete inability to cope with any snow. The roads screech to a halt, the trains, buses, businesses, schools . . . honestly, it’s awesome. So tell me: what the hell is the point of all this arctic air if I don’t even get a fucking day off work?
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7th October, 2008 (7:36 pm)
The Day With All the Offense (10)
Doesn’t matter which direction I look in, I’m being offended from both sides today. Can you believe that article on how to ‘deal’ with your girl once she’s ‘let herself go’? Or those adverts? Fuck you, assholes. I don’t buy Pantene but if I did, I’d stop right here. Please - do the same. NOTHING should encourage the advertisers into believing that these deeply offensive campaigns even remotely work.
Also, my employers fucked over my work BFF, failing to give him a job he not only deserved, but would absolutely kick ass at - a role working to me. I was still shaking with anger half an hour after finding out that he didn’t get it. I know I’m biased but wtf - a blind chimp could see that he’s too talented for the job he’s in. Now he’s going to find a better job elsewhere, quit, and tell them to kiss his ass - and that’ll suck. Who else will I have lunch with? :(
I know I’m typing shit, randomly venting, and no-one cares about my Konami rant either. Clearly still gunkified, aren’t I? :p Tell me - what’s new with you? Good weekend? Get laid?
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1st October, 2008 (8:12 pm)
The Day With the News (9)
M started a new job today. Same place and it’s shift work, but it’s (much) more money, more experience for him and a great opportunity. Pluses outweigh the minuses. Good Times.
He accepted the position in July but it’s taken them this long to sort everything out and release the shift pattern. For two weeks they’re all on days as they complete training and get into the new regime, but after that they start the day/night rotation. His is the one shift that falls over Christmas Eve night AND Christmas Day night. AND then New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day (when we’re usually in Brighton). So S and I will effectively be spending Christmas alone. Bad - no wait, shitty, awful, SHIT - Times.
This news is doing nothing to ease the bad gunky.
Updated: Just re-read this and realised how ungrateful I sound. He works in manufacturing, so the fact that he has a job at all should be enough for me to shut the fuck up. Ignore me. Am just a miserable twat lately.
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30th September, 2008 (6:27 pm)
The Day With the Sadness (10)
I’ve been a bit of a funk lately. Let’s call it bad gunky: it’s not being emo exactly because I’m 32 and, obviously, far too mature to permit myself to wallow around in black clothes and thick eyeliner, tearfully relating to every wallow-y song in my iTunes library. And I’ve had a good couple of weekends - fun nights out with friends, lots of dancing and alcohol, and a wonderful evening with our friends from France who stayed with us last Saturday. But being married is just not remotely fun right now, work is simultaneously getting me down and getting on my tits, and - as my Twitter will attest - I’m having to choke back the urge to just jump into the car and drive until I run out of fuel and never look back. I’m sick of being ill, sick of my girlie bits eating me from the inside out and sick of . . . well, other stuff that involves family that I can’t write about here. I’m starting to get stupid and obsessive about food again - my number one anxiety cue - and that’s never good. It feels like I’m itching all over and just can’t scratch hard enough to make it go away.
We all know that this is not a happy place to be. And we all know that I’m a flake, and I’m stupid, and this will all blow over, possibly following a cake-like treat or a perfect bar of Galaxy. But for now I’m sad, and I don’t like being sad. Although I am by nature stroppy and confrontational and kind of terrifying, I’m not naturally sad. So I don’t like feeling like this at all.
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