Darling Balls of May

WOAH. Time to start this again, for some reason. Aye, no-one shall read this thing for a good while or whatever, but I'll just use it as a diary for myself and whoever else.

Anyway, in boring news today, I shall be applying for some job down south, if only because I may have a better chance of getting it than other jobs. Only the trouble is that I will find it difficult to fill in the ruddy form, since it asks for 'moments when you have blah blahed'. Obviously, I haven't the foggiest how to fill these in, but I'll give it a go. Making up stuff is good, or going through old things, I suppose. As long as I can get through the interview, that's it! They never sack you for incompetence. Just everything else, like swearies or being nude or something vulgar like that. OKAY!

#Scatter clues for those whose acquaint the style#

Look at me! I haven't posted on this old thing forever. I came to the conclusion that I am not a fan of really extroverted (or is it extraverted?) people since they seem to be really scared at revealing some stuff about them which they feel could be potentially damaging. It's like this girl at work; she's always really bouncy, but that moment of silence will make you believe something is up. But that rarely comes, and they end up being loud most of the time, even if the loudness isn't irritating. Which is a shame, 'cause they must be livin' on the edge or whatever.

SO ANYWAY, I've started doing yoga now, and that's bloody hard. Next week: take up photography or piano lessons, whichever comes into my walking line first. It's a year of learning, man (and bullshitting on application forms)! Also, I don't know how to get the comment system working...

Wirk

There's really, really nothing to do. Except I'm in a new section for a week, so it'll be okay to piss about on the internet. Here's a picture of the tallest, bestest striker:



In musinews, I've been buying a bit recently. The new album by The Darkness is THE BEST (really, it is) and 'Funeral' by Arcade Fire, which is also excellent. So, my songs of the year, today, without order:

1) The Darkness - Bald
2) Edan - Torture Chamber
3) Beck - Guero
4) Dangerdoom - Sofa King
5) Lots of Artists - Do They Know It's Hallowe'en?
6) The Coral - A Warning To the Curious
7) Kanye West - Diamonds from Sierra Leone (remix feat. Jay-Z)
8) Andrew WK - Kicks and Bricks
9) NIN - The Hand that feeds
10) Foo Fighters - DOA

Excellent factory.

...And you can bet Mourinho's dying words will be "It never crossed the line"...

Awe-some. I went for my gym assessment today. It seems I've lost about 5kg in 6 months, as well as putting on muscle. I'm getting all funky 'n' stuff! The system, it works! Awesome.

I'm Rap-Rap-Rapping

Look at me! I'm at work. With no work to do. Yeah, that's what happens to people who aren't trained in every area, work higher-uppers. I'd probably be less bothered if they didn't ban forums and messageboards and such, except for those godawful BBC 606 forums. :'(

#Take the Long Way Home#

Ah, my uncle died today. Ironically the same way George Best (at time of writing) is going, although he had no liver transplant.

49 years young.

A waste of a life. I'll miss him. Puts me off alcohol even further, this does.

#The Road: It's F'cking Hard#

Well, I'm going for it. A job which offers up to £30,000. In the middle of country, Leek, some Human Resources thing. I'd have to leave life behind hera as I know it, but a fresh start would always be a welcome thingummy. Even if it is only 1 and a half hours down the road. I'll still play footie for the lovely FA, like...

AND ALSO my driving lessons are pretty sweetly coming along, like my progress is way ahead of all the 'norms'. Shweet.