Ohhhhhhhh...

I got a brand new cable modem, and broadband works for me!
Come on now let's download intarwebs in perfect 'armony!
Coz you got 20 terabytes...
And I got 1.3.
Yar I got a brand new cable modem and broadband works for me.

Life : Devin Townsend

My life is all that I've known
And it's all that keeps me here
My time is all that I own
So I won't let it slip away...

How long can this life go on
Who we are what we are...
I'll see you on the other side

Wouldn't you rather live it on your own
Even when it bends you over
So when it comes time to go home
You don't let them fade away...

How long can this all go on?
How long till it's over?
And how long till it all comes down?
...And how bad do we need a new reminder?

Foodstuffs KAt Bought For The Name Alone # 12

"Bikkiepegs".

I admit - I'd have bought them for the name alone, too...

"Bikkiepegs".

I need to have a wee word with my subconscious...

Siting here at the PC, and I see the word "Sheep" on screen.

Something in my head goes "Ping!" and I remember what I dreamed last night.


Basically, after seeing a Blog on building a house in the Highlands from scratch ( Which was bloody impressive ) I must have been thinking about it, because last night started off with some shenanigans about Bikuki, Shug and Fallen Nemesis aff the forum trying to warn me that the jelly beans I was about to eat were in fact poisoned.

After thanking them, I went about my way, and met with Kat to go see our new house.

En route, we passed a number of flocks of sheep.
Perfectly normal sheep - Wool, horns, wings, everything you'd normally expect from sheep.
Flyin' around, eatin' the grass.
I found it perfectly normal... Until about two minutes ago when I realised and went "Wait a minute..." :S


Oh, and the other night I was exploring a burned out cinema in my bare feet, alongside most of Bob'z Squad... I had my trusty crowbar, and glass of Red Kola.
:S:S

Fuck booze. Fuck it in the ass.

So last weekend, my mate G was meant to be coming over with his wife, some friends, and the friends' little girl.

I rang him to check the arrangements - Turns out he'd been so drunk the night we went out for dinner and made the arrangements, he'd totally forgotten... And because he was working the next day now couldn't be arsed "Coming all the way over to East Kilbride, to only hang out for two or three hours".


Then today, he's meant to be coming to the Clyde Valley shooting club with me and a couple of others. Note : I called in a favour to get him the invite, and had to turn another mate DOWN because he was coming.

Been trying to phone him all day, as the plan was for him to come over a bit early and hang out for a bit.
Guess what?

"Oh man, I've been on the bevvy today. Not a good idea!"


So, once again, the lure of "Getting Fucking Pissed" fucks my plans with someone.


I swear to christ, if booze was made illegal tomorrow, I'd be a happy fucking man.
So sick of so many plans ruined and fights caused because it's far too easy to go from "Just one" to "Just a few" to "I'm not fucking pissed, OK?" to "Whee! I'm drunk!" to "Shwah? Mhuh? FUCKYOOOO!".


Fuck booze.
Fuck it in the ass.

Hard.