Okay, there haven't been a great deal of posts recently (how many times has that sentence been typed throughout blogland - always with the same layer of minor guilt?). Too busy, too tired, too libidinous, too besieged by demon monkeys - pick your own excuse.
So nevertheless, conforming to actualite coastalblog needs to take a minute or to to cry into it's pint at the departure from Ormskirk's sunny climes of Porl and Cel. They're both aware of how much I love them, so further eulogies are unnecessary. Nevertheless huge hole in life, and what have you.
Confining myself to actual news would prove depressing in the extreme, so some inchoate thoughts from the last few days, as ever, make of them what you will:
sometimes you will encounter someone who you just plain don't like, often without good reason, don't feel guilty about this, just accept it and you'll save yourself a lot of worrying. Don't feel guilty about plotting their downfall either, they've got it coming. You're right, don't forget this.
cook too much, way, way too much, there's nothing tastier when drunk than leftovers (the wannabe cook who invites people back to cook for them after hours is trying far too hard, better to have a half a leftover risotto sat in the pan)
Keane are bad, a soft target, but none the less relevant for that. Whilst I'm on the subject the Libertines are also bad.
So are Morcheeba
No, really
Just turn up a few minutes late for work, you'll feel a million times better, no day off feels as good as those few sweet minutes when you're sat in the kitchen reading the paper knowing you really should have left by now
Nothing is worth creating a scene over. Nothing. If I can come to accept my own inherent worthlessness in the face of an ineivitable and utter destruction then you too can accept that your chips not turning up on time is perhaps not a total disaster, whilst we're at it your relationship problems really aren't that interesting, either
Most importantly, get a few people around you who you know have got your back. To those people, I love you. You r0X0r.
So nevertheless, conforming to actualite coastalblog needs to take a minute or to to cry into it's pint at the departure from Ormskirk's sunny climes of Porl and Cel. They're both aware of how much I love them, so further eulogies are unnecessary. Nevertheless huge hole in life, and what have you.
Confining myself to actual news would prove depressing in the extreme, so some inchoate thoughts from the last few days, as ever, make of them what you will:
sometimes you will encounter someone who you just plain don't like, often without good reason, don't feel guilty about this, just accept it and you'll save yourself a lot of worrying. Don't feel guilty about plotting their downfall either, they've got it coming. You're right, don't forget this.
cook too much, way, way too much, there's nothing tastier when drunk than leftovers (the wannabe cook who invites people back to cook for them after hours is trying far too hard, better to have a half a leftover risotto sat in the pan)
Keane are bad, a soft target, but none the less relevant for that. Whilst I'm on the subject the Libertines are also bad.
So are Morcheeba
No, really
Just turn up a few minutes late for work, you'll feel a million times better, no day off feels as good as those few sweet minutes when you're sat in the kitchen reading the paper knowing you really should have left by now
Nothing is worth creating a scene over. Nothing. If I can come to accept my own inherent worthlessness in the face of an ineivitable and utter destruction then you too can accept that your chips not turning up on time is perhaps not a total disaster, whilst we're at it your relationship problems really aren't that interesting, either
Most importantly, get a few people around you who you know have got your back. To those people, I love you. You r0X0r.
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