In which I reveal my true colours

johubris — Mon, 19 May 2008 22:34:54 +0000

The idea that I will push you away from me long before you will even have a chance to start to dislike and then reject me is not a new one. I remember way back in the olden days, like ’02/03, talking to (Good)*Tom who assured me that there was nothing I could ever do that would ever make him move away from me. I asked if sleeping with his brother would do the trick, and he said it wouldn’t. Maybe I should have said his sister. Hi Mary. Heh.

Anyways, my narrative thread, my reason for getting out of my nice warm bed to go and find my computer (my new eeePC, so so so cute) wasn’t to talk about Tom at all. I think my thread was supposed to start with how I was texting Tingle “If you want to make your life less complicated, stop replying to drunkass random dumbasses who aren’t your girlfriend” and perhaps try to explain about how we (you and I, my dear reader) got to this stage in my storytelling, but I’m not entirely convinced that it will work out that way. So perhaps I could make a bulleted list of what’s what?

Computer says No. Computer says numbered list instead, and who am I to argue? I should mention that I am now running Linux. OH HELL YES. Also, thanks to the lovely Heather, Hubris is now running on Drupal. Sing out if you have any problems with it as such.

Today was The Food Show. As such, I had long ago booked the day off work. Karen and I were followed around by Anji and Bambi, and generally really good time was had, eating so many things and drinking many many things, but then we had somewhat of a difference of opinion which didn’t end well, and consequently I ended up behaving like a brat as mentioned in paragraph two. Which we have already discussed, and I should point out that yes, I do take full responsibility for my own actions. I just find it hard to continue to have to be responsible for other people too.

In other websites news, www.prettyprettypretty.com and the Wellingtonista are both going really well. I am so stoked that Amy and I are maintaining momentum in keeping our site going. We’ve also welcomed Mrs. Bizgirl into our fold. and Monday nights are full of good-smelling prettiness as a consequence.

Yesterday my laptop power supply died, so I went to buy a new one, but at DSE they said that they didn’t have the right one and weren’t likely to get it in ever so I decided to fork out and get this ultra portable mini computer instead. It’s like the nokia 1100 of laptops, super small and light and convenient, and has all the functions you need and some you didn’t realise you wanted (webcam is the new torch) but is all cheap and stuff. Plus, like I said. LINUX. Penguins are so hot right now. But not as hot as Sebastian.

As I twittered earlier this week, all felicousnessly, on Saturday my hymen grows back. Well, maybe Bart’s birthday party was at the end of May last year so that I might have a couple more weeks, but there are no prospects at all. As I said to a lady friend recently “I really want some dicking but I keep on kissing girls”. I am lame. And also running out of battery.

And now I am back, and it is Saturday and I am waiting for my sheets to finish washing before I go to the supermarket, so I have time now to tell you about how my counsellor told me to build a raft of socks. Heh. She advised me to buy more socks so that my mornings aren’t thrown by a lack of clean laundry. It’s as frustrating as all fuck that my life has come down to this, that I need a counsellor to tell me to do things that ‘normal’ people just manage to do at all times. I hate when I fail to function properly. But yes, I will buy more socks. I also was going to listen to her advice about not contacting people again, but then I didn’t, but now I have come across as psycho enough that it won’t be an issue anymore, so it turns out that maybe reckless self-sabotage can be the best thing a person can do for themselves.

* There is Good Tom because his last name starts with a G, and Bad Tom whose name starts with a B, but as to whether or not their names are deserved, I am constantly divided.

I’ve got a theory – it must be bunnies.

johubris — Tue, 25 Jan 2005 03:38:32 +0000

(overture)

Last night I
went out TO
(heavy organing) The PHANTom
of the OPera

I wasn’t QUITE
prepared FOR
the AMOUNT
of SINGing
that THE movie
would conTAIN

And NOW
I cannot STOP
Thinking of everyTHING
in SONG

I knew too many of the songs
They went on far too long
I blame KateB
For surely it was she
and her family who ingrained them in my head.

(change in pace)

Where are my socks?
My socks, they are gone!
No no, you fool
Your socks, your socks
they are here
Give me my socks!
I must cover my feet with them
Cover your feet!
You must cover your feet!
But it is too hot for socks today!

(extended dance sequence, flashy editing)

If there’s ever a next time
And I hope you get the chance
I must remember
That I hate musicals
But what about Moulin Rouge?
That was different
But how was it different?
The songs, they were current.
The singers, they did not talk through song
exclusively
But what about ‘Singing In The Rain’
Again, they sang extra to the story
Not to drive it along
Drive it along
Drive it along
But what about Buffy?
Bite your tongue you foolish voice!
Buffy is Buffy & they had no choice!
There was no a trace of humour
In that goddawful movie
I’ll trace your humour
I bet you’ll trace it real good too.

(new song)

My client, she called me up
My client, she told me
She was slipping into something more comfortable
My client, she plied me with wine
My client, the meeting was fine

(new song)
The heat is opressive
The sun is impressive
It makes me want to hide
And sit in the shade outside
But you complain of the cold!
I wouldn’t be so bold
But you complain when it rains
And no doubt I will do again

(arm flourish)

Tonight in the dell
If all should go well
Phoenix Foundation
Will cause a Sensation
But I’ll probably stay at home

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In which I reveal my true colours

I’ve got a theory – it must be bunnies.