*whimper*

For reasons I cannot fathom, the Metallica/*NSync images are back. Make them stop?

Random bumph

Blarg: It's way too hot here. I'm sitting in the cybercafe waiting for my bus to the weekend house of Steve's parents cause it's too fucking hot outside for me to stand longer than about 5 minutes. My intolerance for heat is increasing. And it's only May. In Belgium. In three weeks time, it'll be mid to late June. In New fucking York! Ugh! Mol, Nat, hope for a cold front when I'm there or prepare for me to assume puddle form between 2 and 5 PM, okay? Aaaargh! I fucking hate heath! Sun, sun, go away, come again no other day!

Realisation: I don't usually swear when I'm just talking. I swear when I get annoyed or angry, and the higher my annoyment, anger or fury rises, the more I swear. Until I reach a certain point, until it gets really personal. Then I grow ... cold is the word I think of first, but people've pointed out to me that I sound condescending and snobbish and intellectual. I think they have a point.

Feh: I lost the cool idea for my site I had last night. Am mightily pissed. Must remember to write these things down in future.

Happy thought: Cliff/Jason/James. Mid-eighties. Cliff feeding Jason. Hummina!

Blah: Now I'm even more hot!