woo boy am i in a cranky mood. :mad:
it could simply be due to the incredibly dreary rain swimming around my block of flats.
it could be a healthy dose of confusion and insecurity after a mediocre afternoon with simon.
it might be caused chemically from the variety of substances enjoyed over the weekend.
maybe i’ll just blame it on the perceived anti-american sentiment in my local neighborhood of finsbury park
it’s probably a bit of all of this, rolled into one big pooroll. a pooroll is just like a nutroll, but instead it’s made of poo.
friday
naked picnic at simon’s. mustard, mayonnaise and hairspray. i love his dorm room.
dinner with mark at balans in soho, followed by drinks at friendly society. the perplexingly friendly proprietess is now my best friend. run into .gregiño, teacher james, atif and spikey james along with a gaggle of lesbians.
off to .popstarz for six hours of grinding, pogoing, flirting, grooving and breakdancing. thank god for guestlists. i drunkenly call simon about 10 times.
in kings cross, we consume minging sandwiches which taste of soap, and then head back to finsbury park for some proper kebab shop grub. atif, greg, mark and i enjoy some early morning mtv-mtv2-mtv dance-mtv base-vh1-vh1 classic-the box-kiss-kerrang music videos.
the four of us decided to have a slumber party, which meant three to the bed and one on the floor mattress. greg was being a bit handsy, so we demoted him to the floor, but that was just the excuse he needed to jump and tickle and poke and prod us unsuspecting victims nestled on my bed. the pictures will easily illustrate who the victims were :wink:
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not much shakin’ goin’ on with my bacon… just another friday afternoon.
sainsburys delivered my groceries on-time and with a smile, unlike tescos who have consistently delivered at least a few hours late. my order consists of many exciting beverages:
2 x Coca Cola with Lemon, Diet 2ltr – Total Price GBP 2.40
1 x Coca Cola 2ltr – Total Price GBP 1.20
1 x Jack Daniels Bourbon 35cl – Total Price GBP 9.49
2 x Danone Active Water Blackcurrant, 1.5ltr – Total Price GBP 1.78
1 x Sainsbury’s Orange Juice, Pure Juice 6 x 1ltr – Total Price GBP 2.95
3 x Dr Pepper Sparkling Drink, Diet 2ltr – Total Price GBP 2.40
1 x Sainsbury’s Fresh Milk, Semi Skimmed 1.13ltr (2pint) – Total Price GBP 0.56
and ingredients for a certain favorite cocktail of mine:
1 x Smirnoff Vodka, Red Label 1ltr – Total Price GBP 14.99
2 x Del Monte Tomato Juice 1ltr – Total Price GBP 1.58
1 x Sainsbury’s Olives, Green, Pitted 350g – Total Price GBP 0.99
1 x Garner’s Pickled Onions, Old Fashioned Pickled 454g – Total Price GBP 1.79
1 x Sainsbury’s Lemons x1 – Total Price GBP 0.23
1 x Sainsbury’s Horseradish Sauce 185g – Total Price GBP 0.69
i bought some food too. |
i spent most of yesterday stuffing hundreds of envelopes with copies of the magazine. using a sponge on the adhesive tape reminded me a lot of my days at the art center. through some miraculous quirk in spacetime, i was able to find an isolated case of good customer service in this country: royal mail will happily come to my flat to pick up the 16 metric tonnes of outgoing post that i need to send.
my persistent nagging cough remains persistent and nagging. i’ve chomped down a whole box of strepsils, which i’m sure has left me excreting a lovely menthol cherry flavor. and, after reading the label, my whole head should be bacteria-free! woot!
finally took down the christmas tree yesterday, whilst the cable guy spent a few hours fixing our digital cable box — again. somehow, a substantial portion of the ornaments were broken.
off to have a picnic with simon.
i just ate the hugest portion of spicy tomato/extra garlic fusilli pasta ever. maybe i’m pregnant. or maybe i’m forgetting that i had a huge greasy salty full english breakfast this morning with simon. or maybe i’m feeding my cold, as the old adage goes.
spent most of yesterday and today working my patootie off, running all over london, getting things printed and mailed and viewing apartments and shopping and hacking and everything. it’s almost as if i’m one of those bizarre reality teevee gameshows where you have to scurry around various countries, embarassing the locals and acting like a twat. almost.
last night, simon [formerly simon the biter] was nice enough to drag me along to see bowling for columbine with his uni mates. i’m a huge fan of michael moore, and saw his film three months ago on my last trip to san diego.
watching it with an english audience wasn’t as traumatic as i had feared/hoped. i do wish, though, that i had a chance to debate and discuss the film’s issues with the group… instead, simon and i ditched them, had just two cocktails and then strolled [romantically?] around bloomsbury and soho a bit. i’m still smitten, and still have an uncontrollable urge to take a fork and knife and just eat him up hold his hand and snog him rotten.
and, for avid readers of bloghserf, you’ll want to update your scoresheets… chicane is no longer the minidisc of choice… the new album in residence is the boy with the arab strap* by belle and sebastian. and, if you must know, last night it played three times. :wink:
*note: no arab straps were, are, or will be used when this [or any other belle and sebastian] album is played. thank you — the management.
i saw the film bullitt on a plane flight recently… featuring steve mcqueen, it has a very dramatic [like 20-minute long] car chase scene throughout the streets of san francisco, and it all takes place in 1968. not just a brilliant detective/action flick — it also shows a great glimpse of the city from way back then.
found a surprisingly detailed and thorough site with stills from the film.
this film and hitchcock’s 1958 classic vertigo allow me to [occasionally] relieve my [occasional] homesickness :grin:
i’m not saying that i’m depressed per se. well, maybe i have a slight case of the january blues. or maybe i’m upset cuz nobody ever buys me stuff from my wishlist. well, at any rate, unless you shmucks buy me some good books, i’m going to be forced to buy the classic how to good-bye depression: if you constrict anus 100 times everyday. malarkey? or effective way? by my old pal hiroyuki nishigaki. he’s serious too, and who wouldn’t want less stress, a better complexion or, as he so eliquently puts it, conjugal affection — just by squeezing my ass. :shock:
he goes on by telling us, it can give a good gun or good pliers to man or woman. so, it can sharply decrease the rate of divorce in america. as a result, it can contribute to many american children’ happiness. word.
oh, and, no, i’m not taking the piss out of japanese folk that can’t speak english. there’s nothing amusing about asians that don’t have a firm grasp on the english language.
there’s a lame article in today’s oakland [california] tribune about blogging that features some quotes from yours truly.
i did, in fact, manage to stay in and enjoy some soup on saturday night. yay me. :shock:
on sunday mornings canadian mark usually rings me, to update me on whatever partying he’s [still] doing. he sometimes rings me as he leaves beyond or doing some post-bender shopping on oxford street. this sunday he rang me to hint at some of the shenanigans he got up to over the previous evening. i heard multiple boys’ voices in the background, and my imagination took off — we needed to meet up in person so i could get the full download.
around 4pm or so we met up at all bar one in soho for some nibbles and wine. mark begain to detail the previous night/current morning’s exploits, and i listened on — shocked, jealous and proud of my friend for consistently one-upping my debaucherous life. kinky!
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