Short sentences. They rock.

Wow. Where did the time go?
I missed the football as I was at work. One of those days where I get away with doing shit all, all day long.
Came home to find the house empty. Just the way I like it. Can't be doing with people.
Made a chili. From scratch of course. No packets. You only need pepper, paprika and cumin. Lots of cumin, I find the packets don't have enough. I love cumin.
Beer. I have a right thirst on. I think. I open a bottle and it's gone. I don't feel like I have a thirst on.
Singed the hairs in one nostril.
Finally. I'm getting into the blues. The old stuff.
Tomorrow I shall finish my big canvas. I don't want it. It will live in a dark corner.
Played around with writing a song last night. Lovely it was. I seriously need to learn how to play the blues. Not boring twelve bar shit.
I believe I have the will to make the most of tomorrow. I aim to be covered in paint by the end of it.
Tonight though. Final Fantasy IX. Then probably The Hurt Locker.
I want a finger slide. And a resonator guitar.
I need to make a cigar box guitar. And a diddley bo.

Here we come!

I thought I wouldn't get The O.C. but I thought I would just see how much it was.
Ten pounds later...
Oh well, I'm sure I wont just watch The O.C. and if that is all I do I might watch some outside in the sun. Maybe.
What can you do?
Right now, I want to be here.

Collision theory in practice.

Overwhelming urge to watch The O.C. as I walked to work.
I'd buy it, but then my summer will just involve that and nothing else.
No, for now I shall settle with a picture of Ryan and listen to The Thrills.

Gargan Roo.

The music here pleases me.

Realm of Eternal Rain

I'd say that it reminds me of Buxton but there has been so little rain here for ages. I have had my job since November and I have literally walked there in the rain three times. A few more times walking back, but just three times. It's great. 

Now I am going to get caned by Beatrix. 

I'll still love her. 

Mr. Orange

It's later than I thought it was. Not that it makes any difference to me.
Reservoir Dogs was the film of the day. Good film, but it could of kept the mystery of who that rat was for longer, but then if it did that then we wouldn't of got the other bits.
It was good as it was.
I fallen back into that Dan who does shit all. I get so bored but I don't want to do anything, not an easy situation.
I just need to break the habit, form a routine and I'll be set.
Or I could just play Final Fantasy IX all day and all night.

Rise

Last night I found myself in the shoes of someone I swore I wouldn't become.
I never saw it coming, and upon arrival I didn't really care and went along with it.

Sunny day today so I watched The Eye. Very asian, alright film.
Then played guitar 'til my fingers were suitably cut up.
Boredom sank in, and the music in The Eye made me think of Final Fantasy so I have stared number nine again.
Best game ever.
I spent the evening in the sun to make up for my day. I prefer the evening sun sometimes. Less harsh.

Blue cheese and mushroom.

I think I might develop issues with food and where it comes from. Went out last night with my dad because his mother was over from Ireland. Bad times because this meant missing out on the work's do.
Bad times because this meant spending time with them.
First time I have been for weeks and I spent thirty hours there so that should warrant me not going for at least a month.
Anywho, we went out to the Fallow Dear. Shittest of the shit. One of those brewery chain family pubs. Same menu nation wide so you now the food is merely heated up on premises. I looked at all the menu and couldn't help but think of work and how we all don't give a shit about the food. Everything we do is disgusting and I laugh at the people who buy it because I bet they eat it thinking it's good food. I promise they would not think that if they saw me making it.
I was sure this place would be no different. Full of people who hate their jobs and laugh at the customers. The food was no good.
Now I only want food if either I have made it, trust the person who has made it or it has come out of a good chefs kitchen.
I don't think it's going to be some mega issue like OCD, but life was easier when you just get a plate of food and don't think about how it came to be. Easier, but I prefer it this way.
Dad's mother is still annoying to the extreme. I was thinking to myself, "please die soon". Because I am a terrible person.
I could list everything I hate but I know them already.

In other news where death is not wished upon the people I dislike, no work 'til Thursday!
It's gonna be bitchin'!
And another thing, I had to leave the I hate Family Guy group. I watch it these days, I must say it's a riot.  Some bits try too hard and such, but most the time I'll chuckle the whole way through.

Am I a lion?

Watching this, it has made me want to watch Firefly but this time to watch it purely for Simon.