Slugging
Due to some self-induced illness of the booze and cigar variety I spent yesterday horizontal on the couch watching movies and drinking water. Once the desire to vomit receded it was awesome. I’m a sucker for semi-epic movies starring Meryl Streep so of course I was going to get a thrill from Out Of Africa,even if it was about 40 minutes too long and something of a downer (Syphilis? Come on!). It was, however, nothing compared to the brilliance of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, at least the parts of it I saw before Paul Newman took his shirt off and I passed out.
Going broke
Where is the money going? No seriously – do you have it? Do YOU?
Chipper
As poor Dans was forced to observe today I’m in a bloody chipper mood at the moment. Who knows why except that I get to cover an awesome/terrifying story on Wednesday to do with a certain paper and a certain person whose name may or may not rhyme with Perry Brokes. Will I still have a job afterwards? Let’s find out…
Getting back into board games
The tension, the competitive spirit, the fighting and the tears – I love it. Even better if the board game you’re playing has an awesome retro cover that looks vaguely like A Soviet Russia proganda posted for… something.
Learning to hate Facebook
Yes it’s still a guilty pleasure and I hop on when I’m in the mood but those ‘compare people’ updates that get delivered to my email inbox are killing my self esteem. According to this thing I am #11 most entertaining, #17 best listener and, worst of all #22 person with the best sense of humour. In other words I am viewed by my facebook friends as the equivalent of the best friend in a romantic comedy: comedic relief without having a sense of humour myself, incapable of listening to others and about as much fun as watching a stone grow. Who cares if it’s true but I don’t want to know about it. My only consolation is that the people who insist on rating their friends against one another are probably doucebags.
4 comments:
Smoking cigars?? Jesus kate...
I know but they seemed so delicious and I was so very drunk... and it was my brother's wedding. I rest my case...
I know how you feel Kate, I keep being named 15th most punctual. Which is just fucking insulting.
The worst bit is when you get an email saying your ratings have changed and you've dropped down a few spots. I keep thinking 'what have I done lately?'
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