Something for the Weakened

Writings From The Ether

Saturday, December 18th, 2004 by

(with the aid of ether)

Has it really been almost a week since I last updated this hunk of kack? Please except my heartfelt apologies, dear reader, but I have been doing many wondrous and magical things! Honest. It hasn’t just been a random cavalcade of booze and overworking by my evil masters honest (oh the pain hurts so good . . .). And there are so many things that I want to talk about too. The demise of O-H-M. Scarves. Why absolutely everything has slightly aroused me today. The worrying fact that someone I work with described me to someone I know as “That bloke whose grinning all the time”. And probably a dozen more topics I’d remember if I hadn’t been drinking. But the fact of the matter is that it’s late, I’ve been conscripted into working tomorrow (hmmm, some more pain please sir) and my home is libel to be invaded by drunken noisy people at any moment. So, instead I’m going to try to have a bit of a kip and address all these issues, not to mention many more, over the next week or so. Hopefully posts should become more frequent (though that isn’t a promise – I’m unbelievably popular at this time of year, what with the children’s parties and the court cases), but I shan’t promise anything. And even though I’ve been mocked once already tonight for using this as a signoff, I’m going to use it again. Toodles, you fucks.

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