Archive for May, 2012

Thursday, May 31st, 2012

Happy Birthday, my bastard boyfriend.

This is how I described you in 2005:
“My Boyfriend: Is imaginary, as you may well have noticed. Refers to Colin Farrell. He lives with me and is responsible for the lack of noodles and lack of money. Also accused (sometimes wrongly) of spreading ashes from fags all over my living room. He is also the father of my unborn baby boy, Fokker, who is in a constant state of first trimester. My Boyfriend is sometimes referred to as Colin, Col, Mr Farrell or Fokker’s Dad. Very rarely referred to as ‘that selfish bastard boyfriend of mine’. “

Oh blimey

Sunday, May 13th, 2012

I’ve forgotten, since days seem to just fly past me. But this is so me, always a day late, a dollar short.

Happy belated birthday, you pompous egomaniac you. I love you.

Meh blargh

Tuesday, May 1st, 2012

I feel like a Sunday.

Sundays are otherwise nice, except that the next morning is a Monday, and Mondays are never a treat. There isn’t anything more terrifying than a Monday morning.

But I’m getting a new tattoo tomorrow. Have to put the pedal to the metal when I leave work. Hopefully the rozzers aren’t anywhere to be spotted. They’d be having a field day.