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Fuck Sundays. Fuck this heat. Fuck not being tied down and having at least four people hurt me, use me and do filthy things to me (preferably in front of an audience). Fuck absurd, pointless crushes/unrequited sloppy feelings about people 4151 miles away who don't have time to talk to me any more. Fuck this damn HEAT. All I did was walk to fucking One Stop and I nearly collapsed with heat delirium. I wouldn't even have done that if I hadn't been completely out of food - lunch was a packet of bread sticks that I've had in the cupboard for months, dipped in a reduced-for-quick-sale jar of lemon curd that I'd picked up randomly last time I was in One Stop. I can live without a lot of things if I have to, but not cheese and tomato sandwiches - not for longer than a single afternoon, anyway.
I also bought way more chocolate than I should have done, but One Stop insidiously stocks Thornton's Continental bars. They are evil, and I am weak.
The dogs and I met a white cat on the way to One Stop. We turned a corner and found ourselves practically on top of it - of course, the cat yowled and doubled in size, and of course the boys went apeshit - that's hardly a big surprise. The surprise was that the white cat, instead of legging it over a fence or up a tree, followed us for a good two hundred yards after I'd dragged the dogs out of its face. Clearly I've been transported to Bizarro Bournemouth in my sleep.
There was one thing that went right today. I took the dogs out for a quick ball game on the little green space, and Squish looped the long line round my legs - I managed to hit the deck quickly enough to avoid serious injury (only a huge nasty bruise), but the line snapped.
That isn't the part that went right, obviously. The part that went right was that the line snapped and he didn't bugger off. Yayyyyyy Squishy!
Unless it's just part of the Bizarro Bournemouth effect, of course. Either way, I'm going to have to buy a new line - a much, much heavier one. The pink one proved to have acquired quite a few weak spots and is definitely not safe to use again.
Apart from that, fuck everything. I'm too grouchy to talk to anyone on IM. You haven't been blocked, I'm just staying offline today.
( Fuck taking random memes to ease the passage of the long, dark tea-time of the soul )
I also bought way more chocolate than I should have done, but One Stop insidiously stocks Thornton's Continental bars. They are evil, and I am weak.
The dogs and I met a white cat on the way to One Stop. We turned a corner and found ourselves practically on top of it - of course, the cat yowled and doubled in size, and of course the boys went apeshit - that's hardly a big surprise. The surprise was that the white cat, instead of legging it over a fence or up a tree, followed us for a good two hundred yards after I'd dragged the dogs out of its face. Clearly I've been transported to Bizarro Bournemouth in my sleep.
There was one thing that went right today. I took the dogs out for a quick ball game on the little green space, and Squish looped the long line round my legs - I managed to hit the deck quickly enough to avoid serious injury (only a huge nasty bruise), but the line snapped.
That isn't the part that went right, obviously. The part that went right was that the line snapped and he didn't bugger off. Yayyyyyy Squishy!
Unless it's just part of the Bizarro Bournemouth effect, of course. Either way, I'm going to have to buy a new line - a much, much heavier one. The pink one proved to have acquired quite a few weak spots and is definitely not safe to use again.
Apart from that, fuck everything. I'm too grouchy to talk to anyone on IM. You haven't been blocked, I'm just staying offline today.
( Fuck taking random memes to ease the passage of the long, dark tea-time of the soul )
Tags:
- dogs,
- heat,
- meme,
- unrequited
