Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
Given that there's just been a three month delay I dont think that's appropriate any more. I'll have to come up with a new one.
Suggestions?
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
....aaaaand we're back!
From my posting you'll have noticed that either I got a new job or I missed.
I missed.
Yep, I still work for Rob the Elderly PLC and am still a waster. Nuts. I'm tempted to indulge is self pity and 'coz it's my blogg, I will!
angst
n : an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom [syn: Angst]
It's one, ante meridian, and I'm a bit sloshed. Shock, horror. Never posted that before.
I've just returned from Agent Grey and Chocolate Muffin's place where they were celebrating their handfasting after being together for almost a year. (It may actually be a year, I'm not very good on dates). Hooray for them and more power to their elbows! A happier couple there couldn't be and I wish them all the best for the future.
The usual suspects were there: Chaos Guy and friend of Chaos, Cool Car Guy and Dirty Fairy, Beren and Luthien, Creative Slacker, Really Big Guy and me.
You'll have noticed that I've put them together in their respective couples where appropriate and if you're observant you'll have noticed that the couples have outnumbered the singletons. That's right, four couples, three single guys.
One still in the throws of ex-ness (sorry), Really Big Guy and me.
I'm not sure what RBG's story is, I'm not as close to him as some of the others. Hell, I'm not all that sure what MY story is but then I'm just a crazy mixed up thirty year old (thirty one next year).
But back to the theme of angst. Checking the definition (above) I've realized that the word has grown to encompass more than it's meaning.
When I left the very good party, last as usual as there was booze I still hadn't drunk and I was suffering from either angst or wine in moderately excessive quantities (I could walk home in a straight line), I realized I was extremely irritated/angry. On analysis of this emotion I realized it was because I was still thirty and single.
Was this my friends fault? Most emphatically not.
The world's fault? Probably not.
My fault? Probably.
Well if it's your fault, why are you winging? I dunno, leave me alone.
This was the Smeagol/Gollum conversation highlights as I walked home. Having written it up I've decided that I need help, my preciousss...
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
I missed.
Yep, I still work for Rob the Elderly PLC and am still a waster. Nuts. I'm tempted to indulge is self pity and 'coz it's my blogg, I will!
angst
n : an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom [syn: Angst]
It's one, ante meridian, and I'm a bit sloshed. Shock, horror. Never posted that before.
I've just returned from Agent Grey and Chocolate Muffin's place where they were celebrating their handfasting after being together for almost a year. (It may actually be a year, I'm not very good on dates). Hooray for them and more power to their elbows! A happier couple there couldn't be and I wish them all the best for the future.
The usual suspects were there: Chaos Guy and friend of Chaos, Cool Car Guy and Dirty Fairy, Beren and Luthien, Creative Slacker, Really Big Guy and me.
You'll have noticed that I've put them together in their respective couples where appropriate and if you're observant you'll have noticed that the couples have outnumbered the singletons. That's right, four couples, three single guys.
One still in the throws of ex-ness (sorry), Really Big Guy and me.
I'm not sure what RBG's story is, I'm not as close to him as some of the others. Hell, I'm not all that sure what MY story is but then I'm just a crazy mixed up thirty year old (thirty one next year).
But back to the theme of angst. Checking the definition (above) I've realized that the word has grown to encompass more than it's meaning.
When I left the very good party, last as usual as there was booze I still hadn't drunk and I was suffering from either angst or wine in moderately excessive quantities (I could walk home in a straight line), I realized I was extremely irritated/angry. On analysis of this emotion I realized it was because I was still thirty and single.
Was this my friends fault? Most emphatically not.
The world's fault? Probably not.
My fault? Probably.
Well if it's your fault, why are you winging? I dunno, leave me alone.
This was the Smeagol/Gollum conversation highlights as I walked home. Having written it up I've decided that I need help, my preciousss...
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
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