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At the shop again today. Started rebelling slightly against starting times - hanging around for just 5 minutes longer, listening to Ozma. I feel doing such things this soon does not bode well for future job-having. Of course, this is voluntary. Then again, who knows what'll turn up in references. Hmm.
Bought the Importance of Being Idle DVD. I thought it was a CD, but actually its a DVD, which has the video on it, which I wanted, but doesn't have the song in any uploadable-to-say-your-iTunes sort of a way. I have to buy the single for that, also £3. I remember a time you could get both the song and the video on the same disc...but apparently those days are gone.
I knew it was raining as soon as I got up this morning. I woke up, and could hear it, and knew it was raining in a really taking-the-piss type way. Sigh. Thankfully, lovely mother gave me a lift. She is so lovely. I did not take the good umbrella. It's not the kind of thing I want to just leave lying around in locker rooms at work, no.
We're talking about holidays, all of a sudden, just when I'd half given up. Probably not abroad, because my sister doesn't appear to be moving out any time soon, and mum and dad don't really want to leave her in the house. It is enough of a bombsite with mum running around after her all the time. So we are thinking now about somewhere in the country so she and Jack can come. I suggested Brightonrepeatedly. It is Under Consideration. It's also my sister's birthday soon, and she has made semi-subtle mention of all the things she gave me for my birthday this year. I look on my savings with woe.
I redid all my icon keywords. But for some reason when I comment my icon menu does not understand this. Hmm.
Probably I will make Giant icons tonight.
There are quite a few things on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
metafandom I'd like to reply to, but I don't think my brain is in the right gear, and some of my ideas don't make the sense, and sometimes I think that what I want to say isn't even what the person is writing about. Mostly I am sure that the clever debatey people will rip me to shreds and throw me to the trolls. Sadness.
Hollyoaks is terrible at showing grief, yo.
At the shop again today. Started rebelling slightly against starting times - hanging around for just 5 minutes longer, listening to Ozma. I feel doing such things this soon does not bode well for future job-having. Of course, this is voluntary. Then again, who knows what'll turn up in references. Hmm.
Bought the Importance of Being Idle DVD. I thought it was a CD, but actually its a DVD, which has the video on it, which I wanted, but doesn't have the song in any uploadable-to-say-your-iTunes sort of a way. I have to buy the single for that, also £3. I remember a time you could get both the song and the video on the same disc...but apparently those days are gone.
I knew it was raining as soon as I got up this morning. I woke up, and could hear it, and knew it was raining in a really taking-the-piss type way. Sigh. Thankfully, lovely mother gave me a lift. She is so lovely. I did not take the good umbrella. It's not the kind of thing I want to just leave lying around in locker rooms at work, no.
We're talking about holidays, all of a sudden, just when I'd half given up. Probably not abroad, because my sister doesn't appear to be moving out any time soon, and mum and dad don't really want to leave her in the house. It is enough of a bombsite with mum running around after her all the time. So we are thinking now about somewhere in the country so she and Jack can come. I suggested Brighton
I redid all my icon keywords. But for some reason when I comment my icon menu does not understand this. Hmm.
Probably I will make Giant icons tonight.
There are quite a few things on
metafandom I'd like to reply to, but I don't think my brain is in the right gear, and some of my ideas don't make the sense, and sometimes I think that what I want to say isn't even what the person is writing about. Mostly I am sure that the clever debatey people will rip me to shreds and throw me to the trolls. Sadness.Hollyoaks is terrible at showing grief, yo.
