one of my internet pen pals works in a whimsical book shoppe in england (sigh i know!) and sent me a nice package, she has a friend that has an antique tea set and they have tea parties sorry kill me in the face with a fairy tale life much?

if you want strangers to think you are really important, get someone to pull out a notepad and interview you, they can even pretend to be writing down what you are saying, and then go out for a smoke and then you have a new boyfriend i dunno, i’m trying to help out the single folk who read my blog. i don’t think it would work in a place like mcdonald’s, i mean, it likely would, but the calibre of person you would attract would be a little under par i think, go somewhere dark and candlelit and to answer your question yes i could be more gay.

+++

maybe i will live-blog my patheticness, i will also make fun of the term live blogging, it’s one of my favourite inside jokes with myself, it’s the most redundant term ever.

11.00am – use a knife to scrape the remnants of sugar out of sugar cube box into espresso, takes a long time because there is a tiny red cardboard fleck mixed in there i am too lazy to dig out so i am scraping around it. using a knife because it is the last piece of clean cutlery. feel like was just released from an asylum.

11.04am – fleck is an awesome word.

ungh.

live blogging is bullshit it’s basically like sitting in front of a word document waiting for time to pass and something to happen to put down, you immediately screw yourself over by saying this is a live-blog post. also you then write the post as if you are reporting live from some place that isn’t your couch or desk or wherever, it taints whatever you are doing with an air of smugness and self-importance, you talk like walter kronkite and this speak that is yet isn’t second/third person, i dunno.

you’re like THIS IS A LIVE BLOG POST and we’re like YES WE KNOW SO WAS THE LAST ONE!

unless you come across a laptop by chance at an industry event you don’t even want to be at and then write down everything that is happening all around you, you are a nerd.

fil just reminded me that i was busting on brad’s tattoo and saying that it was spelled wrong, ‘rhythm’ i said it was spelled rhthym or something, or maybe had to y’s, he almost believed it. i am a nice friend.

Elizabeth: N is walking around shirtless and telling me about when he rubbed one off last night
sigh

me: THANK YOU
before i thought i was talking to a recorded message