Venial Sin

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You know, there are very few things in life that are quite as entertaining as watching a six-homosexual pile-up at the urinal trough on the second floor at Heaven.  It’s even better when you watch as four people try to urinate while dealing with the sight of two men blatantly fondling their hard-ons and staring intently into each other’s eyes. But the best part is when two security guys walk past and one says to the other “Well, you may [...]

Well then.  This has turned out to be an unexpected bonus.  Sure, I was a little bit annoyed when I realised that I had to get a flatmate for my place, especially because I kind of liked having that extra bedroom available for visitors etc., but after having a bunch of people come by yesterday and today to take a look?  This isn’t bad.  I mean, I get my power trip from interviewing desperate prospective tenants, and some of them [...]

Is my freezer supernaturally enhanced or something?  Because the bottle of vodka that the Erudite One brought over when he came to visit a while ago?  It’s slushy/semi-frozen, and I always thought vodka doesn’t freeze. More amazing though, is the fact that he’s been gone for a little over a week and I still have a half-full bottle of Absolut in the freezer.

I upgraded to WordPress 2.0 about five minutes ago, and while I’m quite unhappy with the new appearance of my admin section (I can’t access any of the stuff like themes, plug-ins etc. through the admin bar that I used to have in the past, so if you have any advice, please let me know), the reason I’m writing this is so that if anyone sees any issues with the site, could you please either comment or drop me an [...]

Now I realise that London is supposed to be cold and what the civilised world considers “central heating”, Londoners think of as “oddly placed hot-water radiators that don’t really do so much for a room, but are really good at warming up the three square inches of space around them”, but it’s a bit much when I have to be wearing sweatpants, a fuzzy hoodie, thick ski socks and a scarf around my nose when I’m sitting in my living-room. [...]

Brother: I just got a text from [interviewer]. Apparently, you did very well. His exact words were “kicked ass.” Now call me so we can kick some more. Oh yeah. Thank goodness that’s over.

Well, now that my interview is tomorrow morning and I’m just about to get started on fine-tuning my presentation tomorrow, I figured I’d take a few minutes out to just fix the world at large (having somehow managed to fix myself, marginally at least). And to think, it all really came together when Opiate rang me at 5:30 in the morning and left me a voicemail that ran something like this: “You stupid fucker, how DARE you not have called [...]

I can’t stop crying. Which upsets me more, the fact that my emotional state is teetering back and forth like a particularly drunk 90-pound anorexic blonde, or that I can’t bring myself to impose any sort of mental focus, I don’t know. The last couple of posts have been bummers, and the truth is, I can’t find anything good to write about. London is cold and grey all the time, and I’m extraordinarily lonely here. Combine that with the sheer [...]

It never just rains. Hell, it doesn’t even pour. What you get is a massive maelstrom of SHIT falling on top of you in one go, enough to make the Augean Stables seem complete antiseptic by comparison. To wit, I’m sitting here concussed, feeling sick to the pit of my stomach, my innards roiling and wanting desperately to throw up except there’s nothing to expunge. And I haven’t heard from my brother since this morning when he hung up on [...]