Bare-back mounting

Found out I didn't change the thread title. For a few hours there I was living in an blissful, over-inflated-ego bubble.

Apparently, I'm not that computer literate. I don't even get that joke about there being ten sort of people, where only two understand binary.....

Also, saw Brokeback Mounting.... hmmm, a couple of rodeo ring-riders, and I BAWLED my eyes out at the end. I saw it with Dark Fuschia. She has her own thread. I wonder if she wrote about it? If you want her opinion, I often find you've got to ask her for it. She wouldn't tell me. I hope she hasn't seen my profile picture.

I said what?!?

P.S. Who changed the thread title? Did I? I wish I had a better memory. Although it's often funny to find out the thing I actually said 5 days ago in a drunken stupor to an ex-flatmates' girlfriends' sisters' dog. Sometimes I can be quite funny. Sometimes.

I think the dog laughed.

I think.

Single socks.

Hmm, previous post seemed riddle with pessimism, so I'll qualify it with some other considerations.

eurgh, tried to type out a self-reflective query three times, but kept coming up with negative angles. I think I should go home to bed. What what will be there?

So, what's in Daspar's room?

Three guitars, each with a broken string; I guess I'm into low maintance musical equipment.

A bag full of single socks. Losers. Sucks to be single.

hmm... last statement was a little revealing so . Perhaps sleep is to stop us saying stupid stuff 24 hours a day. I guess I'm forced to say them for 14-18.

Comfort.

eh... been away for a while. In fact, I was away today at a beach. Went to two beaches. And here's what I realised.

For all my childhood spent surfing and swimming and playing around on pure white sand along cool wavey coasts under hot sunny suns (am I overdoing the adjectives?), I think they may have just lost the appeal. Sure. I'm typing this while at work at 1:30 am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning, but I looked out over the water today and thought 'yuck. I could be inside with a crossword and a coffee.'

I mean, the water wasn't that cold, and the little bits of sea-weed and blue-bottle jellyfish weren't getting at me, but it just didn't seem right.

Suffice to say, I'm moving to a different sort of outdoor activity; Camping. (Am I over doing the italics?) Would like to take a little wench I know out into the bush, armed with condensed-milk-and-coffee-in-a-tube, plenty of unhealthy snacks, a box of matches, a tent and a few packets of cigarettes, and while away a night or two under the stars with a camp fire.

Sounds good, right? Only problem is, I'm wondering if that current dream-date be destroyed by a heavy does of reality and mosquitoes? So I guess the only way I'll find out is to try, right? (am I overdoing the rhetorical questions?)

In sickness and inconsiderate

Does anyone know how to change the title of a thread? It has become rather annoying to click on "me" saying "howdy" everytime I want to add something here.

Am sick. Very sick. Kinda flu-like symptoms. I'm at a home, in a bed, and luckily someone is willing to look after me. Bless 'em. Bless you. Thanks you. I'll wipe that up later.

How weak can one feel when they are sick? Truly sick. Then they are molly-coddoled back to healthy, they are a new person, invigorated and bouncing out the door towards a fresh new day.

I wish I was that person. Or, at least, I wish that person would bring me back some OJ. And a box of fags....

I think you are a third person

Today I found myself talking about a person in that interesting "third" way, as if they weren't there. As usual, I made up a story about what they had ordered for breakfast, and how annoying it was. Which wasn't true. (well, they did order breakfast, but I wasn't fussed to what they ordered)

So I was criticizing someone for their breaky choices, in front of their face, without actually referring to them. It's strange how it takes so little for someone to become an a**hole. That someone being me. And the little being "having potato instead of mushrooms with eggs florentine".

I mean, I even LIKE potatoes.

You have won a stapler

It's 2am on Monday morning and I'm at work. I think I win the "first-one-to-work-on-a-Monday-morning" sweepstakes. Prize: all the stationary I can fit into my car. I think I want another stapler.

Uncomfortable beginnings

Well, this is my first post, and I'm not really too sure what should be said. A few unhelpful suggestions were shouted out to me by some friends before they ran out the door to go and play croquet... "write about you, write about what you're thinking..."

Ok, so I'm thinking that I don't work well under pressure. And also, it feels like you guys are watching me while I type this, or at least reading this over my shoulder. Which is quite an eerie feeling. I'm usually one who enjoys attention, but I guess there is a difference between telling a joke in a pub and typing into a blank computer screen sitting on a desk in a empty room while the sounds of someone making toast in the room next door filters in....

Furthermore, I can't wait to get home and curl up with some work. I LOVE my work. That's kinda sick, isn't it? Does anyone else spend Sunday afternoon just WAITING for Monday morning to come around?

Cheers,
Daspar