Lurching Forward
Hello, hello etc.; there are three pimples on my jawline.
I'm feeling rather floaty and disturbed, as the current cost of living (including super happy emergency surprise expense treats such as a broken car) has assaulted me with a crowbar, bang, right in the jaw. As if the zits weren't enough.
Back to college tomorrow; the land of mists and mellow fruitfulness. I shall don my cape and walking stick, and pipe in mouth, I shall stride across campus, shouting greetings in a posh British accent, despising all those who don't worship my eccentricity. Should any particularly uncouth GAA player get in my path, he'll feel the swift crack of my pikestaff upside of the head, and lo! what a jape it shall be to start the morning, nay - to start the new term! Off then to the common-room for tea and crumpets with the fellows: delightful.
...That got a bit out of control.
The gift giving continued. LIST SO FAR (because the word on the grapevine is that there is more to come):
- Crocus plant
- Tickets to see the band Cake in Vicar Street tonight (tonight being Monday January 31st)
- A full length mirror
- A set of twenty classic Penguin books (fabulous gift, fabulous)
- Designer moisturising lotion (Lancôme maybe? I don't know)
- Hand knitted scarf and matching hat
- Camera phone (fluke gift: my sister in law got it for free and didn't want it)
- Deliciously ethical fair trade handbag (purple)
- Fabulously Bohemian bead necklace
- Large bottle of bourbon from New York
Disgusting, isn't it. And all my professions of not being a materialist! I am destined to murder that crocus plant: everything I touch dies. Mostly not on purpose! So...I ate the cake today and they sang the song and I blew out the four (four?) candles and sighed over another year of bad decisions and inflicted traumas. All is well with the world, except in the majority of places where suffering overrides any possibility of small pleasures or normal daily living.
neuro-praxis -- Used To Be Working Class But Now In The Bottom Middle And Feeling The Guilt
Posted by neuro-praxis on January 31, 2005 12:44 AM, in the category Bifidus Digestivum
I'm ashamed to almost know you now that you're a material girl in a material world, living a material... something or other. I demand that you engage in some charitable activity like giving away that bottle of bourbon to some needy folk. For example... me!
I assure you, my stomach of radiant hope and goodness is the only thing capable of handling that bottle of FESTERING TEMPTATION AND DESTRUCTION!
mr_angry -- Your saviour for today.
Posted by: mr_angry at January 31, 2005 11:27 AMWalking stick eh? You may enjoy this: http://ejmas.com/jnc/jncart_barton-wright_0200.htm
Show those scoundrels a thing or two!
Posted by: John at February 2, 2005 01:26 AM