Yeah, tis true, I am blogging once again, from the same place - my bed, in my living room, sitting on my a-hole. I bring you no new news really. Nothing too exciting has occurred. I did get myself £30 from CEX for exchanging some shit, but that's not really worthy of being dubbed under the 'news' title now does it?
Actually, to be honest, this is one of those blogs that doesn't blog blog. I mean, I'm here blogging right now, watching my younger bro (following under the name Laughton, and owning blog Awesome Awesome Games) play LBP2 (Little Big Planet 2, is case you were curious), having just been beaten by him, twice, at 'Magic The Gathering', within 1 hour.
You'd have thought this far into it, I would have some sort of story or point to what I'm writing. But my telepathic pen has run dry for now. Yep, no brain ink today. Well I suppose there was this one thing by the hole in the wall earlier, that sparked an occurrence of thoughts, but is it worth blogging about?
I mean, basically, the mum, and she was a nice decent person, and probably a good mum, joked to her daughter not to repeat the words she said again, otherwise she will, and I quote, "kill her". I know the intention was a joke. The daughter took it as a joke. No one else thought any more of it. But I couldn't help thinking that's just not what you say to your daughter! You don't threaten to kill them. I mean, even if it is a joke, you don't, or shouldn't, do that! I mean, really, saying you're going to kill someone, in nearly any context, shouldn't be a joke. It's death here people. It's serious shit! But, this is the world we live in (to quote Genesis). Maybe a 'ha ha now die' is good every now and then?
Now, to borrow from the Renegade (Laughton, as I referred to later), G String out!
Monday, 24 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Lazy Days Are Great, Aren't They!
First and foremost, before this blog even begins, my girlfriend just ran out of the toilet, to grab a tissue from this room! What a dunce!
Sorry, small vent done there. Where was I going to begin again?
Oh yeah, it's in my title! Lazy days! So what have I done today, y'know, since my last blog? Well, had some friends over for a manly Pokemon sesh, whilst the ladies dyed hair (a funky deep red if anyone wandered). Straight after they leave, I strip down for a nice naked nap. And that's the way sleeping should be; naked. I've been sleeping at my girlfriend's house with her mum and brother for years, and not really wanted to risk nude sleeping in case of someone busting in in the night. Now we live just the two of us, naked sleeping all the way! Naked everything, actually, why not! After a refreshing 45 minute long half hour nap, a nice bit of snuggling (whilst trying to crack the code that is my girlfriend's cold) and a nice chicken-less roast. And I don't mean a pork or beef roast. I mean everything you have in a roast, minus the chicken. Yorkshire's, stuffing, sausages, mash and roasties, but no chicken. Out of choice mind. No one came a long and eradicated our dinner.
Now, I sit quarreling over the choice of who left the X Factor, sipping coke, playing Pokemon (yet again) and Facebook Scrabble, whilst considering what to do tomorrow apart from the irritating task of, once again, WASHING UP!!! Ah well, isn't this what life is all about?
The answer to that, is fuck no btw! : )
G String x
Sorry, small vent done there. Where was I going to begin again?
Oh yeah, it's in my title! Lazy days! So what have I done today, y'know, since my last blog? Well, had some friends over for a manly Pokemon sesh, whilst the ladies dyed hair (a funky deep red if anyone wandered). Straight after they leave, I strip down for a nice naked nap. And that's the way sleeping should be; naked. I've been sleeping at my girlfriend's house with her mum and brother for years, and not really wanted to risk nude sleeping in case of someone busting in in the night. Now we live just the two of us, naked sleeping all the way! Naked everything, actually, why not! After a refreshing 45 minute long half hour nap, a nice bit of snuggling (whilst trying to crack the code that is my girlfriend's cold) and a nice chicken-less roast. And I don't mean a pork or beef roast. I mean everything you have in a roast, minus the chicken. Yorkshire's, stuffing, sausages, mash and roasties, but no chicken. Out of choice mind. No one came a long and eradicated our dinner.
Now, I sit quarreling over the choice of who left the X Factor, sipping coke, playing Pokemon (yet again) and Facebook Scrabble, whilst considering what to do tomorrow apart from the irritating task of, once again, WASHING UP!!! Ah well, isn't this what life is all about?
The answer to that, is fuck no btw! : )
G String x
The Morning After The Night Before
Sorry folks, this post isn't as interesting as I'm making out in my title. Didn't drink, so there's no hangover, and went to bed at 2am (well, me personally 3am - I was on Pokemon). There's no hidden story or fun anecdote from last night, I just happened to win the two games of 'Magic' I played. Or should I say got bullied into playing?!
Now though, I'm feeling it! Shattered I am, absolutely shattered. I'm not a morning person. And I get it, half of you fuckers out there aren't morning people either, but this is my blog and I'll blog what I want! Ha! But yes, not a morning person. No way. Wake up, and don't want to talk. It's not the breath-smells-like-dog-shit thing, it's more that I can't be fucked. I just woke up, I don't want to concentrate about anything in the morning apart from keeping myself awake. As for having to move. That's another kettle of fish entirely (random tangent alert; WTF is a kettle of fish? Who the fuck ever thought of putting fish in the kettle?). Movement in the morning should be kept minimal. And, ironically, if I don't do some sort of 'thing' in the morning, I feel it's been wasted. What a conundrum of a pickle I'm in, but I manage. Crisis averted people, I manage to both relax and do stuff. How I hear you ask? Well - what am I doing now? Blogging, but lazing here care free...until the girlfriend comes out of the shower and moans that I'm wasting my Sunday morning 'blogging unnecessarily and wasting my day'.
I'll be off now G Spots. From your big papa G String, have a good Sunday.
Now though, I'm feeling it! Shattered I am, absolutely shattered. I'm not a morning person. And I get it, half of you fuckers out there aren't morning people either, but this is my blog and I'll blog what I want! Ha! But yes, not a morning person. No way. Wake up, and don't want to talk. It's not the breath-smells-like-dog-shit thing, it's more that I can't be fucked. I just woke up, I don't want to concentrate about anything in the morning apart from keeping myself awake. As for having to move. That's another kettle of fish entirely (random tangent alert; WTF is a kettle of fish? Who the fuck ever thought of putting fish in the kettle?). Movement in the morning should be kept minimal. And, ironically, if I don't do some sort of 'thing' in the morning, I feel it's been wasted. What a conundrum of a pickle I'm in, but I manage. Crisis averted people, I manage to both relax and do stuff. How I hear you ask? Well - what am I doing now? Blogging, but lazing here care free...until the girlfriend comes out of the shower and moans that I'm wasting my Sunday morning 'blogging unnecessarily and wasting my day'.
I'll be off now G Spots. From your big papa G String, have a good Sunday.
Saturday, 22 October 2011
5...GOLDEN...BLOGS...!
Yeah, still hosting the party/get together/social gaming night and yes, I'm re-blogging, so soon after my last one as well. Will be playing 'Magic' later, but for now, I'm here. The girls are dancing (and I must say I am slightly hypnotized by the swaying bottoms!) and the guys playing their cards on the kitchen floor. I? Well I am writing my story at the moment. Yes everyone, I'm a writer.
Not professional mind, but maybe one day. I mean I'm only 20 so I've got years ahead of me. My stories will be of the Superhero/Sci-Fi genre, a genre I'm totally into. The first is the first of 20. Yeah, 20, but they don't all lead onto each other. They do, however, intertwine, eventually collaborating as a super group - my version of 'The Avengers' or 'The Justice League' if you will. 69 A5 pages in, and the story's finally getting going. Yes, it seems a lot for the beginning, but I do feel it's necessary. Maybe it's not, but hopefully, I have enough people to help edit it well.
Not only am I writing, I'm also FB Scrabbling. Got 50 games on the go, and nearing completion of 1000 games, of which my percentage is 63.5%, or something near that. I'm slowly going downhill. Gotta buck my ideas up a bit. Hell, I'm losing a lot to one of my actual G Spots too! What the hell, or to quote a recent 'Sak Noel', WTF!
Anyway, apparently, I'm filming the biznatches on 'Dance Central'. Yay for me. I'll get going.
Ciao!
Not professional mind, but maybe one day. I mean I'm only 20 so I've got years ahead of me. My stories will be of the Superhero/Sci-Fi genre, a genre I'm totally into. The first is the first of 20. Yeah, 20, but they don't all lead onto each other. They do, however, intertwine, eventually collaborating as a super group - my version of 'The Avengers' or 'The Justice League' if you will. 69 A5 pages in, and the story's finally getting going. Yes, it seems a lot for the beginning, but I do feel it's necessary. Maybe it's not, but hopefully, I have enough people to help edit it well.
Not only am I writing, I'm also FB Scrabbling. Got 50 games on the go, and nearing completion of 1000 games, of which my percentage is 63.5%, or something near that. I'm slowly going downhill. Gotta buck my ideas up a bit. Hell, I'm losing a lot to one of my actual G Spots too! What the hell, or to quote a recent 'Sak Noel', WTF!
Anyway, apparently, I'm filming the biznatches on 'Dance Central'. Yay for me. I'll get going.
Ciao!
Blog 4 - Going Strong!
Wow, I'm actually sticking to this! It's not to bad. Not sure if I've had views yet, but I don't care. My shit's out there for people to read, and that's all that matters. This may be a short post mind. I am hosting a small get together. Oh god, my brother is standing right next to me. And now my friend is here. Ruining my steam, breaking my stride. How awkward. Now I'm writing a blank.
Best get back to gaming. Meant to be attempting to play 'Magic the Gathering' but I doubt that will happen. More into the 'Just Dance' or 'Dance Central'. I'm sure I'll get bullied into 'Magic' one day, let's see how long for.
Cya, G Spots!
Best get back to gaming. Meant to be attempting to play 'Magic the Gathering' but I doubt that will happen. More into the 'Just Dance' or 'Dance Central'. I'm sure I'll get bullied into 'Magic' one day, let's see how long for.
Cya, G Spots!
Friday, 21 October 2011
Erm...
It just occurs to me, at 17:42 (5:42 to you non-24 hour lazy assed people) that I, of all people, haven't actually eaten today. Not only that, but I'm not hungry now either. WTF is all I can say to that. I don't even get why. I'm not sick (for once in my life) so where's the appetite gone? And I checked the fridge, it isn't there.
But, and this is like me, I do want to eat. Ever get that? It may just be me, but even if I'm not hungry, I nearly always want to eat. Ridiculous, but it's almost a past time for me. If I get bored, I eat, why not? It's fun, you get to make stuff, you then get the pleasure of eating it down (should I have replaced eating with wolfing?) and then the very snug satisfaction of being full. A feeling that can't be beaten - full. One that always follows a roast. And I mean ALWAYS!
Not only that, but that damn pile of washing up didn't actually take as long as I fucking predicted! I've done over half in the last half an hour and have two things on my mind about it. 1, why the hell did I put it off for so long, it only takes half an hour to an hour. 2, why the fuck doesn't my girlfriend push me to clean when we have to move crap out of the way to use the microwave. But, as long as I solve 1, I'm not too fussed about 2. Truth be told, if she did nag at me about it, I'd be less inclined to do it. Swings and roundabouts my dear G Spots, ain't that what life is all about!
And slides. I feel a good sliding now and then goes down a treat.
Not to bore you all now, but I am going to talk about my other hobbies at some stage. Just now, you're not worth my time. I really should be showering (as if that will happen), or even shaving (ha!), but am definitely not doing this anymore. I've got a DSi XL with Pokemon in it literally screaming my name (Pokemon White to those interested)
Once again G Spots, see ya next time...maybe...
But, and this is like me, I do want to eat. Ever get that? It may just be me, but even if I'm not hungry, I nearly always want to eat. Ridiculous, but it's almost a past time for me. If I get bored, I eat, why not? It's fun, you get to make stuff, you then get the pleasure of eating it down (should I have replaced eating with wolfing?) and then the very snug satisfaction of being full. A feeling that can't be beaten - full. One that always follows a roast. And I mean ALWAYS!
Not only that, but that damn pile of washing up didn't actually take as long as I fucking predicted! I've done over half in the last half an hour and have two things on my mind about it. 1, why the hell did I put it off for so long, it only takes half an hour to an hour. 2, why the fuck doesn't my girlfriend push me to clean when we have to move crap out of the way to use the microwave. But, as long as I solve 1, I'm not too fussed about 2. Truth be told, if she did nag at me about it, I'd be less inclined to do it. Swings and roundabouts my dear G Spots, ain't that what life is all about!
And slides. I feel a good sliding now and then goes down a treat.
Not to bore you all now, but I am going to talk about my other hobbies at some stage. Just now, you're not worth my time. I really should be showering (as if that will happen), or even shaving (ha!), but am definitely not doing this anymore. I've got a DSi XL with Pokemon in it literally screaming my name (Pokemon White to those interested)
Once again G Spots, see ya next time...maybe...
Nothing Beats A Nice Hard Blog In The Morning...
Actually, that's a quite inaccurate title. It's 11:57 now, so by the time I finish, it'll be gone noon, and I'm mentioning a morning blog. But I couldn't resist the blog/bog reference. Ah well, little things hey!
It's been an interesting morning so far. Well as interesting as it gets for me. I get up at 9:30, but my body does that weird thing, which I don't understand, when I'm tired. I get up at 9:30, then find myself getting up again at 10:30. Logic says I fell back to sleep, but I have a different theory. It's a dream inside a dream. It's Inception! I was never awake at first...
Then, when I finally am really awake, I turn round to see the pile of washing up in the kitchen. (My bed's in the living room. Just moved out, no sofa, makes sense to me!). And the washing up is my job too. WTF! Why did I let it get so frikkin' bad?! That only means I have to slave away cleaning it, and I do have to do it, because we can't cook otherwise! Everything is bloody dirty! And, actually, there is more reason than that. Me and my wonderful girlfriend (of 5 1/2 years btw *smirks proudly*) are having my insane brother and another couple round tomorrow to stay, so the house has to be spick and span. Is that right? Is spick spelt that way? Is it spik? Ah, who cares. The house has to be clean! I am thinking, right now, I should do it. The missus is on her way home from work, right now, for her lunch break. I wanted to get it done before hand for her, but she doesn't know that was the plan, so at least she won't be let down.
Ciao G Spots
It's been an interesting morning so far. Well as interesting as it gets for me. I get up at 9:30, but my body does that weird thing, which I don't understand, when I'm tired. I get up at 9:30, then find myself getting up again at 10:30. Logic says I fell back to sleep, but I have a different theory. It's a dream inside a dream. It's Inception! I was never awake at first...
Then, when I finally am really awake, I turn round to see the pile of washing up in the kitchen. (My bed's in the living room. Just moved out, no sofa, makes sense to me!). And the washing up is my job too. WTF! Why did I let it get so frikkin' bad?! That only means I have to slave away cleaning it, and I do have to do it, because we can't cook otherwise! Everything is bloody dirty! And, actually, there is more reason than that. Me and my wonderful girlfriend (of 5 1/2 years btw *smirks proudly*) are having my insane brother and another couple round tomorrow to stay, so the house has to be spick and span. Is that right? Is spick spelt that way? Is it spik? Ah, who cares. The house has to be clean! I am thinking, right now, I should do it. The missus is on her way home from work, right now, for her lunch break. I wanted to get it done before hand for her, but she doesn't know that was the plan, so at least she won't be let down.
Ciao G Spots
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