On the one hand, it’s a good thing. It means I’ve actually stuck to a New Year’s Resolution. First time EVER, I think. On the other hand, it has got in the way of waxing lyrical here in this Blog Thing, which is my ninth-favourite way to spend an afternoon.
One of my Resolutions was to keep a diary. And I have. Every day in January has been carefully recorded in a pretty little Notepad document on my increasingly-decrepit computer. When I could have been writing one of my “Award-Winning” little Blog Things, I was prattling on about the most ridiculously tedious details in a Notepad document that is never going to be seen or read by anyone. I hope. So now I’m behind with these Blogs.
Hardly crime of the century... But I do enjoy writing these entries. I’ve been doing so since 2005, and don’t want to stop now. Even if the diary writing is doing its best to get in the way. So I’m making an effort to get back on track, Blog-wise. But because I can’t be arsed to trawl my memories looking for anecdotes about the month that has just passed, I’ll post extracts from the diary. It should sum things up nicely, without actually having to put any effort into writing new-ness.
So... This was January:
“Woke up at 4pm”... “all I want is”... “liver and bacon”... “and to take vegetables out of Matt’s rice”... “which got me thinking”... “I haven’t got the money to pay for”... “the LOVELY Colin Morgan from Merlin”... “ejaculating on a small child”... “but everyone told me rather loudly”... “that it was time to piss off to London”... “and the next thing I know, Matt’s waking me up because it’s 1pm”... “to say she’s like the perfect pissing manager”... “with a lightbulb head”... “so we turned up for dinner”... “where I was given Strawberry Strepsils”... “and found myself increasingly drawn to”... “three children and several ex-husbands”... “and just wanted to cuddle up to”... “Perry as the main office was busy”... “wanting to tear off your clothes and lick every inch of your body and make love to you all night”... “so he got an informal warning”... “for expecting a major crime scene outside”... “the blatantly straight”... “stir-fry”... “in Brighton”... “where I’d previously gone for a walk along the beach and”... “it hurts so much”... “to watch Life On Mars and eat kebab”... “so feeling rough as arseholes”... “I spent all night texting”... “Antonio Banderas”.
An interesting month, I’m sure you’ll agree.
All real-life extracts (one per day) from my lovely diary. Any longer extracts would probably have been too revealing. Full of thoughts, feelings, fears, hopes, blah, blah... bleugh. And I should really learn to be less honest in these things. I’ll save that sort of schmaltz for the diary...
But there we go. I’m now up to date with this thing. And February is here – Keane, The Killers, Brighton Panto-ness, Bayswater, Roadhouse, Portsmouth and my God-Damned Twenty*ahem* Birthday all to come... Plenty of Blog-Writing material, I’m sure. So TTFN...
One of my Resolutions was to keep a diary. And I have. Every day in January has been carefully recorded in a pretty little Notepad document on my increasingly-decrepit computer. When I could have been writing one of my “Award-Winning” little Blog Things, I was prattling on about the most ridiculously tedious details in a Notepad document that is never going to be seen or read by anyone. I hope. So now I’m behind with these Blogs.
Hardly crime of the century... But I do enjoy writing these entries. I’ve been doing so since 2005, and don’t want to stop now. Even if the diary writing is doing its best to get in the way. So I’m making an effort to get back on track, Blog-wise. But because I can’t be arsed to trawl my memories looking for anecdotes about the month that has just passed, I’ll post extracts from the diary. It should sum things up nicely, without actually having to put any effort into writing new-ness.
So... This was January:
“Woke up at 4pm”... “all I want is”... “liver and bacon”... “and to take vegetables out of Matt’s rice”... “which got me thinking”... “I haven’t got the money to pay for”... “the LOVELY Colin Morgan from Merlin”... “ejaculating on a small child”... “but everyone told me rather loudly”... “that it was time to piss off to London”... “and the next thing I know, Matt’s waking me up because it’s 1pm”... “to say she’s like the perfect pissing manager”... “with a lightbulb head”... “so we turned up for dinner”... “where I was given Strawberry Strepsils”... “and found myself increasingly drawn to”... “three children and several ex-husbands”... “and just wanted to cuddle up to”... “Perry as the main office was busy”... “wanting to tear off your clothes and lick every inch of your body and make love to you all night”... “so he got an informal warning”... “for expecting a major crime scene outside”... “the blatantly straight”... “stir-fry”... “in Brighton”... “where I’d previously gone for a walk along the beach and”... “it hurts so much”... “to watch Life On Mars and eat kebab”... “so feeling rough as arseholes”... “I spent all night texting”... “Antonio Banderas”.
An interesting month, I’m sure you’ll agree.
All real-life extracts (one per day) from my lovely diary. Any longer extracts would probably have been too revealing. Full of thoughts, feelings, fears, hopes, blah, blah... bleugh. And I should really learn to be less honest in these things. I’ll save that sort of schmaltz for the diary...
But there we go. I’m now up to date with this thing. And February is here – Keane, The Killers, Brighton Panto-ness, Bayswater, Roadhouse, Portsmouth and my God-Damned Twenty*ahem* Birthday all to come... Plenty of Blog-Writing material, I’m sure. So TTFN...