Today is the first day of the rest of my life. But then again, so is every day...it’s such a pointless saying. My word of the day shall be duffleflaps And I am brought to you by the number 27 and the letter Q. Biked in today. Feeling a bit better than yesterday, but then again this is the illest I’ve been since Feb and I’m just a bit tired and sweaty so I think my brain’s working ok again. Perhaps I’m just allergic to men? Mailed Jon yesterday, but to be honest I’m not really expecting a reply. That’ll teach me to meddle in the affairs of chicken, they are subtle and quick to anger. Payday today, so I’ve bought half of Amazon before breakfast. Naughty me. Jam The Running Man Carnivàle Season 2 A Bit of Fry and Laurie Season 1 Peter’s Friends Should keep me going for a while. I also have the 4400 to peer at too. And Hard Candy, which anticon recommended to me and sounds fun I love it. One of my friends cheated on his boyfriend a bit. Then left his boyfriend. For another man. Who then cheated on him. And now he’s upset... Chatted to Steve until late again...bah. He’s in Wales, talking to him sometimes just makes me want to hug him but he’s sooo far away This weekend Avenue Q, gayage, Pride in Soho, Ku Bar (the ABSOLUTE TERROR), XXL and possibly a Sunday in Southend with bikes. Next weekend. Pride in Brighton with Ulf. And I may possibly have a date whilst I’m there. With an absolutely gorgeous bloke... Then I have two weekends off with nothing to do and then camping (which I really should sort the fuck out). One of those weekends will be spent in the NORTH I hope. Chatting to James today, he’s back in Hudds and so figure I can go up, see danlad, deev and him and maybe do Manchesterford too for an evening of fun. I appear to have carved myself out a social life without even trying. I shall attempt to fix some bits of FC inbetween but I may not actually have it done before Sept at this rate. Bleh. Owen moved yesterday. Mixed feelings an all. The Ilford Flat was our first proper place where we felt like we had a home, and this weekend it goes away. I shall pay my respects hopefully over the weekend. But it feels weird, not sure if anyone’ll understand what I mean. There was always a bit of me in that flat, it was always in part my home too I guess, and now it’s gone. Apparently the new place is lovely though, am hoping to see it a bit too. Turned down the chance to go for a job paying 55k. Am I mad? Possibly. Ah well, it’ll all come out in the wash. I get a pay review in a couple of weeks and I can talk to them about my career and we’ll see what happens and where we go from there. Got told by someone yesterday that they’d “whacked one out” many a time to my pics and that I was “very good in bed in my (his) head”. Kinda disturbed by this. So if I sleep with the guy I have to live up to my own performance in his brain? WOAH. I can’t even begin to count how many levels of wrong that’d be. Possibly the surrealist thing anyone’s ever said to me. Twelve monkeys, Eleven oceans, The perfect 10, Nine and a half weeks, Eight Millimeter, Seventh sign, Six degrees, Pink Five, The Four Horsemen, The third Age, Twins, The one. Is it all about the Numb3rs? Tonight I shall wreak my revenge on the Jedi. For too long the power of light has stood against the force of the dark side. Tonight that ends. Tonight, I Become. Did you know there’s a script in my head? Here’s the teaser: <<[c[TEASER. ]c] [j[We are in a tiny hospital cubicle. Camera at bed level, slowly moves around the bed. Drab sheets and faded lights, a hand can be seen. The camera pans around to reveal a signet ring. Strings play a soulful melody in the background, rising to a mournful crescendo. Echoes of hospital conversations fade in and out and all the time there’s the steady beep beep of a heart monitor, echoing in the background. The camera