Day 6 of the infestation of flies.I hate flies. They are gross, disgusting, buzzing insects created by God to slowly show everyone at work that I’m not exactly the most normal person in the world.
For the last 6 days I have gotten to work to be greeted by at least 2 dead on my desk and 50, yes 50, dead on the window ledge next to my desk, with a couple laid on their back buzzing in the last throws of their death dance.
Now, being the humanist that I am, and with the complete lack of patience I possess, I can go at least 1 hour before the buzzing gets too much, when the volume on my mp3 player just doesn’t get any louder and when I start swearing under my breath, till I pick up Frank (my stapler, yes I named my stapler Frank, Nicole named her one George) and swot the little fecker dead.
Once swatted, you could hear a pin drop in the office, and watch as everyone slowly looks back at their screens after seeing the steam begin to evaporate from my ears.
I have to get through 40 applications before 5pm today. I managed to do that in about 4 hours yesterday if I worked solid on them. I procrastinate a lot at work. I find looking at everyone’s work on deviantart more interesting to be fair. That and trying to promote the band, which did I mention you should go and check out on myspace? [link]
9 days and counting till I get my first tattoo. To prepare myself I have been watching Miami, La and London ink on the TV. I go back to the parlour on my lunch break tomorrow to check out the design Hilmi (the tattoo guy) has done for me with all my shoddy drawings and weird requests. Really looking forward to it. Not so much the pain, but then again they do say you have to suffer for art.
The band is coming along really well; we’ve got the set list up to 6 and just perfecting the ballad before stuffing our music down the Oxfordshire music scenes throat.
Still single. Still not looking for a relationship. Still focussing on me. Still strapped for cash.
Oh.
And its 12 weeks til Christmas. Just so you know.
Pestered
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Nowadays we have few, if any, real pirates.
In addition Global Warming is on the rise.
Hence, the lack of pirates has caused Global Warming.
Thus we need more pirates.
Science at work!
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Girl don't stop that screamin'
You're sounding so sincere
So much beauty
In the tracks of your tears
Dr. Music ~ Blue Oyster Cult
My band has finally uploaded some demo tracks onto its myspace page.
Myspace.com/ageofmisruleband
Please take a look if you have the time and leave some feed back.
Thanks very ta
Caroline xx
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained
I think your songs need a good bit of wanky, balls too the wall guitar action behind them! and i'm your man baby, too many poofters in the buisness these days! they don't know there born!
anyways sugertits, keep it loud and keep it thrashy cause that is WHAT I LIKE!
Today Oxford, tomorrow.... SOMEWHERE BIGGER!
i just noticed you live in witney
anyway, thanks, and bye
My band has finally uploaded some demo tracks onto its myspace page.
Myspace.com/ageofmisruleband
Please take a look if you have the time and leave some feed back.
Thanks very ta
Caroline xx
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, I’d turn your bed sheets inside out
My band has finally uploaded some demo tracks onto its myspace page.
Myspace.com/ageofmisruleband
Please take a look if you have the time and leave some feed back.
Thanks very ta
Caroline xx
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained
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