Another day in Paradise...
Right must blog, if for no other reason than to move my hairy arse further down the damn screen. I have no idea why I posted my bum for everyone on the web to look at, seemed like a good idea at the time. Amused me anyway.
To business, I have been granted another day of respite from web death. The broadband has yet to disappear, so I can carry on spouting nonsense and trawling for quality porn.
Further to recent reports, Luke the labrador retriever will now be staying with us for the foreseeable future. The guy willing to train him has a gundog has backed out so Leaving Housemate has no choice but to leave him here. This means the two brothers get to stay together, good; the house will continue to be chewed until nothing else remains, bad.
Spent most of the afternoon and evening trying to sort out The Artist's PC. Well, I didn't, my friend The Happy Camper did all the work, he is currently on a sabbatical from the IT industry and is very good with technical things, so he did all the work. We had to cheat a bit but it is now working, it won't play Rome Total War but it does everything else.
It is also The Artist's birthday today, he is 38, and Rome Total War was a present from The Happy Camper. They are both war game fans and can now play online, so from now on they can bore each other rather than include the rest of us.
I'm on the horns of a dilemma at the mo concerning The Artist. He is one of my best friends and has been for over 20 years, his marriage has broken up recently and, as good friends do, I have spent a lot of time with him over the last few months trying to raise his spirits. We both have dogs, so most evenings we shoot the breeze and walk the dogs. Hanging out so much means we are becoming almost couply. For 2 heterosexual guys this is fuckin weird. People in small Welsh towns don't really understand meterosexuality let alone know how to spell it.
So in order to stop any rumours before they start I'm gonna have to ration the times I head round his gaff. This fuckin sucks, its bullshit, if 2 women spend a lot of time together they're not instantly labelled lesbians. That only happens when they tell you to fuck off on a night out. We do spend too much time in each others company though, but that is just to raise each others spirits after his divorce and with my impending bankruptcy. If we lived anywhere else it wouldn't even be considered, but I now here it would be deemed as suspicious behaviour. How shit is that?
I do have a question, I need a present for my mum for Xmas so I thought I might get her 'Marley and Me', has anyone read it and is it any good. How about 'The Time Traveller's Wife'? Any other ideas would be welcomed. I've got most of the presents sorted I just need the last piece of the jigsaw.
So all help would be gratefully received. Right I'm off to take my sleeping tablet and hopefully enjoy another restful night. Wish me luck....
laters
To business, I have been granted another day of respite from web death. The broadband has yet to disappear, so I can carry on spouting nonsense and trawling for quality porn.
Further to recent reports, Luke the labrador retriever will now be staying with us for the foreseeable future. The guy willing to train him has a gundog has backed out so Leaving Housemate has no choice but to leave him here. This means the two brothers get to stay together, good; the house will continue to be chewed until nothing else remains, bad.
Spent most of the afternoon and evening trying to sort out The Artist's PC. Well, I didn't, my friend The Happy Camper did all the work, he is currently on a sabbatical from the IT industry and is very good with technical things, so he did all the work. We had to cheat a bit but it is now working, it won't play Rome Total War but it does everything else.
It is also The Artist's birthday today, he is 38, and Rome Total War was a present from The Happy Camper. They are both war game fans and can now play online, so from now on they can bore each other rather than include the rest of us.
I'm on the horns of a dilemma at the mo concerning The Artist. He is one of my best friends and has been for over 20 years, his marriage has broken up recently and, as good friends do, I have spent a lot of time with him over the last few months trying to raise his spirits. We both have dogs, so most evenings we shoot the breeze and walk the dogs. Hanging out so much means we are becoming almost couply. For 2 heterosexual guys this is fuckin weird. People in small Welsh towns don't really understand meterosexuality let alone know how to spell it.
So in order to stop any rumours before they start I'm gonna have to ration the times I head round his gaff. This fuckin sucks, its bullshit, if 2 women spend a lot of time together they're not instantly labelled lesbians. That only happens when they tell you to fuck off on a night out. We do spend too much time in each others company though, but that is just to raise each others spirits after his divorce and with my impending bankruptcy. If we lived anywhere else it wouldn't even be considered, but I now here it would be deemed as suspicious behaviour. How shit is that?
I do have a question, I need a present for my mum for Xmas so I thought I might get her 'Marley and Me', has anyone read it and is it any good. How about 'The Time Traveller's Wife'? Any other ideas would be welcomed. I've got most of the presents sorted I just need the last piece of the jigsaw.
So all help would be gratefully received. Right I'm off to take my sleeping tablet and hopefully enjoy another restful night. Wish me luck....laters
posted by vincentblackshadow at Thursday, December 07, 2006
4 Comments:
I read Marley & Me because a friend of mine suggested it. I didn't want to, but I didn't want to disappoint her. I've never had a dog so I thought I wouldn't get the book.
I brought it with me to my doctor's office to read while I waited. By the time she came into the examining room, I was crying my eyes out.
She handed me a pamphlet on depression.
Great book.
Decent pamphlet.
Marley and Me, for sure. Mommies love puppy stories.
I figured that when you posted your hirsute arse online that you had a pint (at least) of Guiness in you. Well, I've blogged drunk a couple of times. But so far, no pictures.
Haven't read MArley cos I thought I would get the same effect as Mist, but TTW is really good. I kept thinking about it for weeks afterwards.
You should never ever change your behaviour because of what other people might think. Stuff them. I'm sure my neighbours think I run a gay knocking shop as I'm always standing on my doorstep in six-inch heels and underwear waiting for my next pole pupil.
I tend to take the view that everyone is too busy living their own lives to give a shit about what I get up to and if they're not, they're to be pitied.
Puss
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