*yawn*

bored as hell, nothing to do, office chair uncomfy, feel rubbish, must do something tommorow.

Well now thats out of the way, its the 3rd of august, the sort of time where the novelty of 6 weeks of holiday kinda starts to wear off.

I mean really wears off.

My chair, where I am sat at this time, has tried to kill me. Twice. I lean back to pick something up and WHAM! The bolt holding the left side of the seat to the chair gives up the ghost, and the seat tips over throwing me off and I hit my head on the wardrobe :(

The second was much the same, except the chair decided it wanted to fall on me aswell.

Well fucking done arsehole.

My words as I remove the chair off me.


I am in dire need off guitar plectrumes, I mean, you can do without or find some sort of improvised replacement, but an actual pick is much better than the plastic bits that hold up curtains and let the move on the rails. MUCH better in fact.

Might start going for a run in the mornings, you know, keep up fitness, kill some time, that sort of thing.

Saw a kid on 1 of those stupid 2 wheel skateboard things that twist in the middle. I was like "It's just a matter of time before he falls of that thing." Shortly followed by "I told you so."

lulz.

Notice for my brother: Washing more than 1 a week is not a deadly sin, and the summer holidays is not an excuse for not washing at all to become a religous obligaction. Smelly twat.