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I had an hormonal meltdown of spectacular proportions yesterday. Lots of shouting and screaming involved. At one point, I was violently kicking a cardboard box whilst shrieking "GODI'MSOFUCKINGANGRY!" at the top of my voice. In fact, my kicking was so energetic that it caused me to fall flat on my arse. I then spent a good five minutes scrabbling to haul myself into an upright position. This caused J to smile to himself and ask "Do you think you ought to seek professional help?" Man alive, I daren't tell you how I responded to that particular quip. Needless to say, I feel quite guilty today and am thanking my lucky stars that both of the children were out of the house at the time.
Hormones, eh?
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quote:Originally posted by mart: .....the worst film ever made.....
I don't know, films at the moment seem particularly bad. I am still reeling from supposing that Babel might be the best of a poor lot and still hating almost every moment of it. I know the King of Scotland is meant to be so so, but Uganda? For a fun afternoon out?
I know what you mean about Last King of Scotland. Hot Fuzz or The Science of Sleep are both worth a punt for a fun afternoon out. Climates is beautiful and brilliant, but a bit bleak.
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quote:Originally posted by not...: She needs a Man Love Prositute. Very rare.
well koko does work with a male goddess healer called jack. i have to say i didnt really have any truck with the idea of him fuffing about with any of my chakras. he was wearing a brown jumper and looked very peaky.
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quote:Originally posted by not...: She needs a Man Love Prositute. Very rare.
well koko does work with a male goddess healer called jack. i have to say i didnt really have any truck with the idea of him fuffing about with any of my chakras. he was wearing a brown jumper and looked very peaky.
Maybe zygote's aging hippy friend when - if - he recovers could go and do something tantric. He clearly wouldn't actually arouse Louche but the gurning might raise a laugh.
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If someone hugged me now I'd probably just cry on them. I'm definitely not very good at the not being in tears thing today. Perhaps I had better opt for the tantric tickling. Probably save a few damp Manchester shoulders.
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quote:Originally posted by Louche: Perhaps I had better opt for the tantric tickling.
I was going to suggest the kicking of boxes and yelling for both you and Abby, but even better than that, if I dress up in a cardboard robot suit, could you both kick me to a pulp whilst screaming at me? It's my fantasy death.
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B-but I don't want to kick you to death Mikee. It'd just be another bloody thing to feel bad/ guilty about and I'm not sure I could handle that right now.
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would a bracing shoulder-shake be any good to you, louche? seeing as you're not about the hugs today, that is.
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I'll probably have given myself a strong shoulder shake by tomorrow, so fret not TMO, I won't spend the rest of the week Moaning Myrtling around the board marking my weeping episodes with pitable posts.
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I have no words of consolation or support for Louche (I'm not in the best frame of mind really) however I can say that hammering out Chemical Brothers tracks at as great a volume as you can physically stand does a reasonable enough job of drowning out the sound of your inner monologue that you can pretend that everything's ok for a little while.
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Sometimes resilience doesn't hack it, I know, but I do believe that the amount of misery a person can feel is inversely proportional to the amount of joy they are capable of feeling. It may not seem much at the moment, but put this into the bank to cash in one day because it will mean there's going to be a time when things improve and you'll be capable of dancing on clouds.
Just a clumsy way of saying I hope you feel a tad better today louche.
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quote:Originally posted by sam: the amount of misery a person can feel is inversely proportional to the amount of joy they are capable of feeling.
That would be awful - that would mean the deeper the misery you felt, the less likely you would be able experience even the most modest sense of well-being.
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quote:Originally posted by sam: the amount of misery a person can feel is inversely proportional to the amount of joy they are capable of feeling.
That would be awful - that would mean the deeper the misery you felt, the less likely you would be able experience even the most modest sense of well-being.
I am, of course, grateful to you for correcting me and I shall go and stand in the corner.
But in my heart I won't be grateful. I shall think rebelllious thoughts. So sucks to you!
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I had a rather excellent journey fraught with emotional pain last night. The task: One man must collect a 42U, 19" server rack case and transport it a few miles to his house from work. The goal: to build the best musical send/return console the average man has ever seen.
So I booked a van for my mate to drive. Of course, my driver was under 25 so I had to book a van from a hire firm in Edmonton, North London. It took us an hour to walk the road to the industrial estate and because Darren was nervous as hell because he hasn't been behind the wheel for two years, we were driving about 20mph on the dual carriageway and stalling at every light we got to. The exciting part was using the cigarette lighter as he pumped the pedal like a cyclist, so that I dangerous swung it near my face, avoiding creating a series of circular brands on my cheek.
When I get to work, the 24 hour staff are on and I hand a monitor to Darren and he walks out of the building and leaves one of the doors of the airlock open, trapping everyone in the building. After the security guard grumbles about having to snap the piece of plastic on the alarm, we haul this seemingly inplausible, ten million ton fucking server into the van. That part is easy. When arriving at my house, we are simply mortified of trying to get the thing up into a 1st floor flat. It takes us half an hour to go about 12 steps.
The fucking thing is now wedged at the top of the stairs of the flat and to get into the flat you have to open the cage doors on the server and crawl through a hole in the side to get to the kitchen. I'd take a picture. But I can't.
I got to sleep finally after dropping off the van back in Edmonton and a night bus back to Fulham. I got to sleep at 4am and my alarm went off at seven. I'm gonna be off to work in a bit, with bollockise.
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fellas grab your big ol' dicks, ladies rub your wet-ass clits, put 'em together 'cause thas the shit, yup, this is another rap hit.
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