The weekend has landed, and flown off again already. It's Monday.
I spent my weekend staying in on Saturday and playing Monopoly on Sunday. Fuck the media who tell me I have to go out and get drunk and lary to be cool. Fuck the fashionistas. Fuck the scene. Fuck it all.
I don't need to do anything to be cool, I just stay in and play Monopoly 'cos I'm a fucking cockney rebel. I'm an anarchist mate.
Blue Cross Sale. You know.
Monday, March 31
Thursday, March 27
Settling. For now.
I'm now in a clean and organised bedroom. It feels odd organising all my stuff properly into a room that isn't even mine...
I am at work in the morning as of course is the usual but it's 2:00am and as yet I haven't a clue how I'm going to get there in 5 hours. It's 10 miles away so walking is out of the question and it's nowhere near any public transport route. My car is dead, and my regular lift is on holiday.
I might call in sick anyway. During last week, in the space of 4 short days, I went from liking my job a lot to being really, really sick of it. And it will get worse after Wednesday.
Retail therapy is a term coined by feminists. I am not female but I bought a new 32inch HD TV, for no reason other than I just felt like it. Last week I got an Xbox 360 for the same reason.
So I had a bad week? So what? This week will be back to normal. I'll enjoy it just as much as I normally do. Right? Yes. I have decided.
I want to go on a scootering vacation. In fall. Or autumn. I like the sound of riding sidesaddle around Athens. Or Madrid. Or anywhere that isn't here. But I can't do that because it would mean being in a different country to Victoria my 360 and Assassins Creed. Whoops.
I am at work in the morning as of course is the usual but it's 2:00am and as yet I haven't a clue how I'm going to get there in 5 hours. It's 10 miles away so walking is out of the question and it's nowhere near any public transport route. My car is dead, and my regular lift is on holiday.
I might call in sick anyway. During last week, in the space of 4 short days, I went from liking my job a lot to being really, really sick of it. And it will get worse after Wednesday.
Retail therapy is a term coined by feminists. I am not female but I bought a new 32inch HD TV, for no reason other than I just felt like it. Last week I got an Xbox 360 for the same reason.
So I had a bad week? So what? This week will be back to normal. I'll enjoy it just as much as I normally do. Right? Yes. I have decided.
I want to go on a scootering vacation. In fall. Or autumn. I like the sound of riding sidesaddle around Athens. Or Madrid. Or anywhere that isn't here. But I can't do that because it would mean being in a different country to Victoria my 360 and Assassins Creed. Whoops.
Hello
Hello, I'm Swinstead. When I set up this blog I wasn't going to use it, but now I am.
That was the short version of that explanation.
Today me and my new fangled housemates went to Meadowhall, the Sheffield based land of consumer glory. Unfortunately I didn't participate in the ritual of needless buying other than to feed myself at Greggs for the second time today.
I didn't drive there because I'm an alcoholic. Also because Lizz has a new car.
I've spent most of the last few days musing on how being freshly single for the first time in 18 months makes me remarkably horny while at the same time showing no interest in any women. After debating whether this is because I still love my ex I decided no - it's because I've fallen in love with my new XBOX 360 more than I could ever love a human being. Other than myself of course.
Here are 2 words that are spelt oddly: Lenient. Segue.
As you may have gathered by my peculiar meanderings, I really haven't decided what kind of blog this will be yet. I haven't decided much of anything else either though so it's not a big deal right now. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't know what they want to do with their lives. Or blogs.
One thing I know is this - the success of my life will not be measured by how much I have yet to complete on 43things.com.
To turn over a new leaf strikes me as an odd phrase with unfathomable etymology.
Swinstead is dead. Long live Swinstead.
That was the short version of that explanation.
Today me and my new fangled housemates went to Meadowhall, the Sheffield based land of consumer glory. Unfortunately I didn't participate in the ritual of needless buying other than to feed myself at Greggs for the second time today.
I didn't drive there because I'm an alcoholic. Also because Lizz has a new car.
I've spent most of the last few days musing on how being freshly single for the first time in 18 months makes me remarkably horny while at the same time showing no interest in any women. After debating whether this is because I still love my ex I decided no - it's because I've fallen in love with my new XBOX 360 more than I could ever love a human being. Other than myself of course.
Here are 2 words that are spelt oddly: Lenient. Segue.
As you may have gathered by my peculiar meanderings, I really haven't decided what kind of blog this will be yet. I haven't decided much of anything else either though so it's not a big deal right now. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't know what they want to do with their lives. Or blogs.
One thing I know is this - the success of my life will not be measured by how much I have yet to complete on 43things.com.
To turn over a new leaf strikes me as an odd phrase with unfathomable etymology.
Swinstead is dead. Long live Swinstead.
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