thursday december 23rd, 2004
listening to: you're all i've got tonight by the cars
i just love this site: StoryCorps. special story booths have been set up in various US locations (the first of which was in NYC's grand central terminus, yay!), and people sit down and record their own little tales... anyway i find it incredibly interesting and uplifting and i hope you do too. yesterday in unemployment was spent scrubbing our grim kitchen walls (finally) from floor to ceiling, and now i swear the paint looks two shades lighter in there. i love our ladder. grease caked in dust covered everything! the only place the last tenants (or the 'professional' cleaners, hah) had ever cleaned at all was a small portion of wall above the only section of supported counter they could actually stand on. it was apalling! oh, and to further demonstrate how the estate agent's contractor didn't do a bloody thing in there, i found a matchbook on top of a cupboard that had a quarter of a highly suspicious-looking PILL in it... derry thinks it's e, i think it's xanax, anyhow this proves our theory that the last people in here were drugged out slobby pigs. i also cleaned all the old debris out of the living room fireplace (i even vacuumed the logs) and gave it a nice polish so now we have that 'candles-in-the-hearth' thing going on and it's really lovely. the place is looking smart, just gotta paint the hallway which will be a snap cos a) the ceilings are low, and b) there's no CHIP PAPER. when i am king of the universe, wall-to-wall carpeting (especially in bathrooms, ew puke) and chip paper installations will be punishable by death. i don't know why i go into such great suzy-homemaker detail here about it; 80% of you reading this will prolly never see it (unless we put pics up which is always a looming threat) anyway. further proof that i've been between bands for too long i guess. and i got a sweet temp gig for two months starting january 4th: it's with lewes county council and it sounds easy peasy. man, if i could land a cushy council job i'd have it made - dress like a slob and move at the speed of greased molasses. even the post office is looking good these days. ok, NOW i'm depressed!
our next door neighbor stopped a delivery man from leaving a parcel for us in the open basement space between the buildings... she's a nice old lady and when derry comes home we can schlep it back here together from her place. more flat pack fun!
it's a weasel!
i've started adding CSS to the even worse webpages; i have to tweak it a bit yet but soon enough that site will be much more browser-friendly.
tuesday december 19th, 2004
listening to: streetworks being conducted outside my window, yet again
let's just say i've felt better.
sunday december 19th, 2004
listening to: myself sputtering and wheezing
our boiler has gone out for the 2nd time in as many heavy rains we've had... which means a) the external flue was installed at an improper angle so water keeps getting inside and shorting it out, and b) it most likely needs replacing. considering it is sunday, we are lucky enough to have found a company emergency contractor who will come have a look, but based on what he's heard so far looks like we'll be spending a very cold day and night together at least. and i am sick alright, i fought this thing for two weeks but it finally caught up with me. i had hoped this would have been the weekend we get cats out of the friday ad, but looks like the powers that be have other plans in mind. it hasn't all been doom & gloom; when i feel good i'm busy running around at job interviews and stuff but right now i'm feeling pretty PROGNOSIS NEGATIVE. seeing barb and her friends was awesome; we had a blast at boro market on friday but when i got home that afternoon i was welcomed by boiler breakdown number 1. saturday we had a big wootton coffee morning and i got to play with mae and connor who are my niece & nephew (connor has just turned 1 and mae is about 6)... they are soooo wonderful and their mommy was born in thailand so just TRY and imagine how cute they are. go on, i dare you, it's pretty amazing. so instead of whingeing on and on i'll find a picture of how i feel instead.
 bocklin's isle of the dead. yeah, that's the ticket. grumble grumble.
thursday december 9th, 2004
doing my laundry today, i was overwhelmed by the memories of people and places every stitch of clothing i own conjured up in me... mickey mouse t-shirt: chris schilling, NYC. blue & white track pants: jamaica plain, MA. orange takeshi murakami t-shirt: LACMA downtown, los angeles. the black grinch shirt i wash and wear for only 2 days a year: guess outlet, SF. grey woollen socks: donna, berkeley CA. the list goes on and on.
wandering around brighton all day on my own like a ghost (again). i feel hollow and have no appetite. how many places in the world have i done this in already? how many more? hopefully none. it's a difficult feeling to describe so i won't. maybe that's why my laundry sent me reeling into some sort of nostalgic coma as i fluffed and folded. hmmm.
our web host disappeared (again) for the last few days; i see this as fate allowing me to tone done my vitriolic rant of december 3rd that some of you may or may not have read. the iron having cooled, i can rephrase my disillusionment thusly: i guess i just find it hard to believe that the same person whose beautiful, shattered songs of introspection and outright fury that i identify so strongly with, whose music and words i associate with some very important times in my life, could also be a close-minded, classist hypocrite. but that's the 360-degree beauty of life: everybody sucks, everybody rocks. none of this shit is really important anyway. so i'll just leave the bit about me.
i did try out some test paint colours on the living room walls today: pants and more pants. i think we have settled on a nice warm biscuity-almond shade for the major walls, and a deep slatey blue for the fireplace wall and alcoves. yeah i know it sounds weird but i think it will look sugar shit sharp. we got some antique teak furniture, and teak-coloured blinds in the bay window (as of tomorrow there will be bright white roller blinds 1/2 way down so we get more light), and bright white window/wall trim & ceiling. and we're gonna get lots more plants. i've tested this all out in photoshop and trust me, it works. after sending off gruesome photos of the helter-skelter murder scene and shotgun-blast walls, the landlord is giving us £150 to paint away the horror of the last tenants who were feeelthy pigs.
i've had a headache for days and days. reading will self doesn't help, he's like william burroughs meets martin amis (read he has an educated vocabulary and more on his mind than cock and narcotics.). is that even a compliment?
makes me wanna play with chapstick.
thursday december 3rd, 2004
...i am what is known as 'unskilled labor'.
i think i have a 102-degree fever and i'm off to the jobcentre... right now i'm mad, broke, jobless, sick and just don't give a fuck.
(hehe :) now no one's comments will make any sense! i live for dada.)
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