*hides face in embarrassment*
Mar. 18th, 2001 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieI'm tempted to just delete the last two entries - melodrama always looks so silly in the cold hard light of day. I won't, tho'. It would be like tearing out pages of my hand-written diaries; would be dishonest, no matter how dreadful they seem to be now. And maybe getting all that crap out of my system is good for me - like throwing up when you have food poisoning.
Sometimes I swear I have numerical dyslexia. Somehow I managed to mis-write Dex' phone number, not once, but twice. The country code was fine - it was the rest of it I stuffed up. No wonder I was so bad at maths in school - my habit of writing '9' for '6' and vice-versa isn't exactly good for accuracy. And I remember the hassles I had trying to balance the books at work that time - thre until six pm and it took Barry to notice I'd switched a couple of number from one side of the accounts book to the other. Argghh! BRM still finds it funny when I count on my fingers - it's lame, I know, but at least it's accurate. :P
The good thing about drinking good quality wine is that there's no hangover the next day. Lessee, a beer when I got there, about four glasses of wine, then a couple of Dad's white port... yep, definitely beyond driving last night. I probably would have been okay to walk, but dad called a taxi for me any way and gave me the fare - I'd wandered over to their place without my wallet. Wouldn't hav edone much good if I'd had it; after Friday night, it's pretty much empty, except for some coinage.
Plans for the day... hrm, we're really starting to need food. I'll have to ride down to Safeways and fill up my panniers; 20kg of groceries is always such fun to get home. At least on a Sunday morning the traffic shouldn't be too bad. Not that it ever does get bad here - apart from that woman in the Tarago the first week I was here, the ride's been a doddle. *chuckles* And somehow I doubt that woman will be cutting off cyclists in the future, after the serving I gave her at the roundabout. ;) Yelling at moronic car drivers is always so theraputic, even if I don't need to do much now.
I guess I could go for another mountain bike ride - see how far up that hill I can get, and what's on the other side. The other side of the hill, of course. ;) Dad says the track turns pretty rough as you head up; perfect for my new toy.
What I will do before logging off is post the first part of "Justice"; I'm curious to see what kind of reaction I get. I need to play around with "Suffer" some more, and while I'm in a perfect state to write Conjob at the moment (I haven't even had a shower yet!) I don't have the concentration. Still, it was great to get feedback from girlyskin *waves to Cathy* - her timing was impeccable. ;)
Question for any Canadians watching; does anyone know the name of the Canadian band that did a song called "Rosy and Grey"? I have a version by Weddings Parties Anything, and I heard the original while I was in Toronto las year (on the Magic Bus to Niagra) and it's driving me nuts.
"I've been told
There's a sucker born every day
And I wonder who, yes I do, I wonder who.
Is it one who don't realise,
There's a thousand shades of grey?
I know it's true, yes I do, I know it's true.
Everything is coming up, rosy and grey,
And the wind is cold, and the smell of salt
(washes?) the day.
And your smile is fine, it's just like wine
And it won't go away
Everything is coming up, everything is coming up,
Everything is coming up rosy and grey."
Sometimes I swear I have numerical dyslexia. Somehow I managed to mis-write Dex' phone number, not once, but twice. The country code was fine - it was the rest of it I stuffed up. No wonder I was so bad at maths in school - my habit of writing '9' for '6' and vice-versa isn't exactly good for accuracy. And I remember the hassles I had trying to balance the books at work that time - thre until six pm and it took Barry to notice I'd switched a couple of number from one side of the accounts book to the other. Argghh! BRM still finds it funny when I count on my fingers - it's lame, I know, but at least it's accurate. :P
The good thing about drinking good quality wine is that there's no hangover the next day. Lessee, a beer when I got there, about four glasses of wine, then a couple of Dad's white port... yep, definitely beyond driving last night. I probably would have been okay to walk, but dad called a taxi for me any way and gave me the fare - I'd wandered over to their place without my wallet. Wouldn't hav edone much good if I'd had it; after Friday night, it's pretty much empty, except for some coinage.
Plans for the day... hrm, we're really starting to need food. I'll have to ride down to Safeways and fill up my panniers; 20kg of groceries is always such fun to get home. At least on a Sunday morning the traffic shouldn't be too bad. Not that it ever does get bad here - apart from that woman in the Tarago the first week I was here, the ride's been a doddle. *chuckles* And somehow I doubt that woman will be cutting off cyclists in the future, after the serving I gave her at the roundabout. ;) Yelling at moronic car drivers is always so theraputic, even if I don't need to do much now.
I guess I could go for another mountain bike ride - see how far up that hill I can get, and what's on the other side. The other side of the hill, of course. ;) Dad says the track turns pretty rough as you head up; perfect for my new toy.
What I will do before logging off is post the first part of "Justice"; I'm curious to see what kind of reaction I get. I need to play around with "Suffer" some more, and while I'm in a perfect state to write Conjob at the moment (I haven't even had a shower yet!) I don't have the concentration. Still, it was great to get feedback from girlyskin *waves to Cathy* - her timing was impeccable. ;)
Question for any Canadians watching; does anyone know the name of the Canadian band that did a song called "Rosy and Grey"? I have a version by Weddings Parties Anything, and I heard the original while I was in Toronto las year (on the Magic Bus to Niagra) and it's driving me nuts.
"I've been told
There's a sucker born every day
And I wonder who, yes I do, I wonder who.
Is it one who don't realise,
There's a thousand shades of grey?
I know it's true, yes I do, I know it's true.
Everything is coming up, rosy and grey,
And the wind is cold, and the smell of salt
(washes?) the day.
And your smile is fine, it's just like wine
And it won't go away
Everything is coming up, everything is coming up,
Everything is coming up rosy and grey."
