NEW BLOG
Mood:  a-ok
Hello people!

My new blog, a better looking continuation of this one, is at http://scarywizo.blogspot.com or click here to go there now. Thanks!

~Lindsay

Paxman & Galloway bitching session.
Mood:  a-ok
Well, Labour got in both in general and in York where I live, which is pretty good in my opinion. Bet the Daily Express readers are crying into their cardigans *smug* I agreed with more Lib Dem policies, so I would've probably voted for them (or Labour just to stop the bastard Tories getting in), had my bloody polling card been sent to the right address. Everytime I called to tell the council my correct address their offices were closed. Which was thoughtful of them. Anyway, thankfully the rest of the country still had sense enough to elect them. And it'll stop Michael Howard looking so smug...

Oh and have a look at this snippet from last night's BBC coverage. The transcript's good but watching it's far better. I've never heard a politician call another politician a 'carpet-bagger' before...

Anyhow.

Curry, Engagement, Woo!
Mood:  happy
Today is going pretty well so far. I don't particularly hate anyone as of yet, so that's a bonus...

Summary of today's/yesterday's happenings (in no order of importance):

- Went for a curry last night. Ate chicken korma until I felt near to popping then went home and vegged on the sofa. Thoroughly enjoyable :)

- Oooh Aneeta and Brew have got engaged, which is great and I'm very happy for 'em both *HURRAH* Mayhaps they'll have an engagement party (hint, hint)...

- You know when I was bitching the other week about doing a similar job to James but getting payed fuck all for it? Anyway, my talents are being utilised, because I've been designing websites all day, which is a vast improvement on sticking envelopes for mailings. Shibby!

I think that's it. All in all today is good...

Excess Everything
Mood:  a-ok
All in all, the weekend was pretty debaucherous :) It started with good intentions though - I went to Salsa's and did keep-fit-ish things (which incidentally I'm STILL aching from 3 days after)...Saturday was going to be snooker day but everywhere was really busy, and the kiddies had taken over the pool table at Cert 18. "Let's have a quick lunchtime drink whilst we're here" we thought. 7 hours later we went home, which is pretty shameful even by our standards.

Met some very strange characters in the pub, namely Fordy and Spiders. Fordy offered Matt £2,500 to go do illegal street fights with him....ummm okay...*backs away slowly*. Spiders was a former Hell's Angel who would break off from talking to us to pray. He was basically nice enough. Again, clearly mental, but nice enough. It was all very mellow, which may or may not have been to do with the joints being passed round...

So Saturday...staggered home. Ooo also bought loads of books :)

Bank Holiday Monday was spent in the pub again *hangs head in shame*. This time we went there early to play pool. This again backfired. 5 hours, lots of beer and shitloads of free pool later we went home.

And now back to work. I'm glad it's a 4 day week cos I really can't be bothered. I don't even have the energy to rant about anything. I think we're off out for a meal tonight. Hope so :)

Agent Provocateur!
Mood:  celebratory
Hah. I just found out that my blog (this one, yes the one you're reading) was rated as 'Provocative' on blogexplosion :D My opinions have been called many things over the years, but provocative is a new one to me, and I'm quite pleased with myself for being rated that way *smug* It does, however, raise the beam a fair bit. I get in rant mode about once a week - more if George Bush is on TV - but, sometimes I'm just not in a ranting mood.

Today, however, I am.

Sat in the cafe the other day. The choice of free newspapers to read: The Star or The Daily Express. Topless slags, football and celebrity misdemeanours Versus The Bourgeois. It turns out I chose badly because I'd forgotten just how much I depise the Daily Express.

It's a piece of shit written by ultra-conservative everything-ist bigots, and targeted at easily led middle class idiots who think that everything would be fine if it weren't for the asylum seekers. It's outwardly racist, and anyone with a brain can see through the propaganda in seconds. The articles on gypsies and 'people of colour' were particularly amusing, proving that the readership really does consist of BNP members who bettered themselves and learnt to pronounce their consonants. A bigot in a suit - yes even a suit form Next - is still a bigot.

In hindsight, I should've chosen the Star. At the very least, I could've had a giggle at their problem pages - not many newspapers have amusing readers letters about venereal diseases and love triangles.

Super Size Me
Mood:  a-ok
Holy shit there are some lardy people out there. Yup I watched the docu-film Super-Size Me last night and, well...wow.

People really have no will power do they? Yes McDonalds market their goods extremely well and yes they do target kids, but that doesn't force people to gorge themselves silly on burgers.

GROW UP! You're fat because you eat too much shit food and your idea of exercise is reaching for the remote control. How dare you blame a company for your lack of ability to refuse/resist. Quite frankly, you deserve to be fat if you're not capable of putting decent food into your body - at least people can then see you for the gluttonous idiot you are.

Now, I eat crap every now and then. In fact, I eat chocolate regularly - probably every day in some form - and I'm pizza crazy, but I'm intelligent enough to know that if I eat fast food every day I'll get fat. So I don't.

Get a fucking grip people. Not only are you fat, but you're stupid. You're stupid to eat shit food in the quantity you do, and you're stupid to think that it's the company's fault.

Right. I think I'll stop ranting now. On that topic at least.

Next topic. Michael Howard, you dickhead. Congratulations on being the only politician to ever make my skin crawl. I wouldn't vote for you if you paid me. You're vile.

T Shirt Hell!
My jersey arrived today from T-Shirt Hell. It basically says, in decreasing letter size, "The funniest thing about this t-shirt is that by the time you realise it doesn't say anything, it's too late to stop reading it, you dumb fuck."

I love that company. Most of Matt's t-shirts come from there, which explains why he gets funny looks. The 30 piercings don't help the situation. He was in a cafe with his gran once and they got asked to leave because of his attire. I suppose not everybody wants to look at a t-shirt saying 'There are two people fucking on the back of my shirt/Just kidding! Believe in Jesus!", which is maybe understandable.

I'm used to it, but when he first met my gran I had to buy him a new shirt on the way to her house, because he'd forgotton that the one he was wearing showed a smiling little girl with a flute stuck up her...dress. Music In A Minor. Taseful as ever *grins*

Ooo, by the way, he likes his new job - he was driving a TVR Chimera sports car yesterday (just a few steps up from a Smart Car *winks*). He phoned his dad just to gloat and got called a lucky bastard for his efforts.

So anyway, going completely off subject, I was late into work cos the gas man came to check the boiler, drink tea and tell me his life story. This means I get no official dinner time and am having to make do with a sausage roll *sniffs*. Gutted.

Mood:  a-ok
Like the title says, woo! I've cheered up massively since yesterday, so the people of York now have my permission to breath again, safe in the knowledge I won't kick their heads in for 'lookin' at me funny'. Foz is still a wanker, but I've decided to let him live. He death is not part of my plan for world domination and I may need him as a minion some day *grins*

Came home to flowers from Matt (and him himself), which was lovely of him. He was great all night, cooked me a chip sandwich and made me feel much better :)

Another reason for woo-ness is I bought Donington/Ozfest tickets today *leaps about* It was bloody expensive but worth it cos last year was amazing. Nicola, Matt's sister, keeps trying to get herself invited along but we've told her it'll all be death metal (not true) and that the other festival goers would eat her alive for daring to be blonde (possibly true). I don't think she could afford it anyway. Neither can we, but some things are worth getting further into debt for...

Oh and another thing which cheered me up... Matt has to drive a Smart Car at work *stifles laughter* Oh the humiliation of having to drive a 'car' that looks like it popped out of a Kinder Egg *grins*

Mood:  hug me
I feel like shit. Not in an ill sense but in an 'I could cry right now' kind of way. I'm not going into details, I don't really know what's wrong and the things I do know aren't worth writing about, but I am so sad.

Saw Matt for a few mins which passes for dinner. He's started at the garage today (he quit Halford's - they were crap). Think he likes it.

Work's shit. Today's shit.

The weekend was mostly great, lazed about in the sun, went walks, drank beer etc. The good things of the weekend, however, are pretty much eclipsed by today's feelings, so I can't really enthuse about them. Went to 18 where I discovered that my pool playing ability is, like today, shit and getting shitter.

Foz was there and being a patronising little bastard. Who the fuck is he to even attempt to patronise me?! Some wannabe punk 17 year old dickhead who can't get laid, who somehow manages to get served beer in the pub despite looking like a fucking 14 year old. Patronise away you little shit, deep down you know you're nothing to anyone and even less to the people you look up to. And no, I won't join your band because:

(a)I don't want to play Smells Like Teen Spirit. I'm 22 years old. I didn't want to play that shite in middle school, why would I want to play it now?

(b)You can't be any good at playing - how can you be when you spend all your time working for peanuts and sticking studs onto your oh-so-punk denim jacket?

(c) I fucking hate you.

Mood:  happy
Heh, I found this on someone's blog, but it made me smile...enjoy!

"I’d love to be a glow-worm.
For a glow-worm’s never glum.
It’s hard to be unhappy.
When a light shines out your bum."

*grins*

Anyhow. What's been happening...Well Mum is back in England for a week. She decided she'd be daring and fly over without Dad, which is quite brave for her... Dad will no doubt be quite emaciated by the time she gets back home to him, although she did try to teach him the layout of the kitchen before she left, so maybe there's hope...

I think she's coming to visit Matt and I on Sunday. Not sure yet.