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Thu, 09 Oct 2008 20:47:37 GMT

Walking around the corner, I smelled fresh paint. It was odd what could happen in a month. I remember when we first moved in to the neighborhood.

"Man, if I ever go missing, I'm buried in that person's back yard."

It wasn't just that the place looked run down, most of the places around here look like that. Part and parcel with the living in a council estate area; full of 30 year old buildings that look like they haven't been cared for the day they were built. No, this place had an ingrown look; a collection of dirty, discoloured figures huddled around leaf choked stone basin that was supposed to be a pond. All the painted over brick was chipping and you couldn't see inside the widows because of all the crap. One large tree made an impression among the weeds and bits of actual grass.

Then there were the statues. On every intersection of two points, a small white dog or a bird. Beady eyes watching all those that would pass.

Only those statues remained now. The tree was cut down, the figures thrown out, new windows and doors and a fresh coat of paint. I still wouldnt' be suprised if one of us went missing still. It's those eyes. The little animal eyes watching you as you go to the store or to work. It's like they have been sitting there for 30 years...or perhaps something has. Something that found its home in rock with a face, to watch the goings on of people like me, like us.

Maybe I should start taking a different route to work.

ARG

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 20:59:33 GMT

I WANT TO STOP COUGHING NOW!

meme: done by everyone:

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 21:11:27 GMT

* Grab the nearest book.

* Open the book to page 56.

* Find the fifth sentence.

* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions if you want to.

* Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

'Each morning, I've needed to strap tennis racquets to my feet to retrieve the milk.'

From Born to be Riled - Jeremy Clarkson

fuck you national rail!

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 18:35:25 GMT

how THE hell do you justify raising the rates for the same freaking rail ticket by £30 just because its in December.

ARG YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK!

can i...

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 20:30:56 GMT

not go to work ever again?

oh god. i 've never ever felt a physical aversion to my place of employment.

its so hard to want to go.

i'm fucking dying!

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 09:23:35 GMT

*COUGH DIE WHEEZE COUGH DIE WHEEZE*

*sniffle*

*sulk*

oh Betrand Russell...you make me depressed

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 23:57:20 GMT

So I'm reading Skeptical Essays by Betrand Russell (circa 1920s, just post WW1) and hells bells, could it have been written this year. which is just mind numbingly depressing. have we not really gotten anywhere in 80 years? its so contemporary its scary!

this is fitting into my whole 'OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS SO DUMB' theme i have going on. being freaked out by decline in literacy, increases in fundementalism, attacks on science, downturn in the economy. doom and bloody gloom. and then the whole idea that this is how it always is, how it always will be. that we will be stuck in this stupid little rut. that we have nothing to push us further and onward, upward! where is our thirst for things better? things that aren't just an increase in gigs in our computers or ipods. all i see is increases in bloody useless things, gadgets, toys, things to keep our little minds occupied. to keep us working to buy the next big thing.

bah. you can have it.

i want a solar powered house...renewable energy...pictures of a woman on freaking mars. i want the lunar landing of my generation. i want a higgs boson. i want cures for aids, alzheimers and cancer. i want to be told i can live to 120. i want big, epic, heroic! its like we are the generation of bureaucrats and technophiles but other than that we are empty. i want some evidence that my optimism and hope for things better are not misplaced. i do not want to become complacent with mediocrity and stagnation. i want to read the same book of essays in 20 years and see that is no longer relevant.

now how do i start...

talk about office gossip

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:29:58 GMT

someone left the packaging of a Clear Blue test in the bathroom at work. now we are all wondering who thought they were knocked up/is knocked up.

i think going on maternity leave would be a lot like summer vacation. you get to be lazy, eat lots and not have much asked of you. however, when its over there is a lot more work than last year.

week done! sorta!

Fri, 19 Sep 2008 19:47:06 GMT

well. they just seem to get longer.

but anyway, going to do sat 10-2 tomorrow and then take a half day off sometime next week as compensation.

i got lots of mailing and various things done today which made me feel GOOD. also for whatever reason, my paycheque was more than i expected. i hope they haven't changed my tax bracket so that i will have to pay tax back later. but it was a nice surprise!

tomorrow work, then yarn shop. then eat more cupcakes that i just made today. mmmm...cupcakes.

zzz...

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 21:08:13 GMT

TIRED!

TOMORROW WANT SLEEP!