Online Diary: May 2001

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Friday 4th May 2001, 7.12pm

Different day today. It started badly... and I don't just mean the papers I spent a few hours reading *sigh* or catching myself singing the lyrics to Atomic Kitten's Whole Again *aaaarrghhhh* but it's turned out to be a completely storming day in just soo many ways. Online shopping was kept to a minimum with only one purchase (hurrah!), I managed to get someone else speechless and opened several new fronts in the battle against the Minions of Satan (TM). Oh and I managed to scoff a chocolate muffin and a jam donut *grin*

Today has been sunny and got me in a really good mood. There's been reasonable online flirting recently which is always a good thing, and of course there's a long bank holiday weekend ahead which should be ... er.... different ;-)

But it's time to get ready for the Sports and Shorts friendlies over in Islington... you never know I might get around to doing more than one update this weekend!!

Lyrics of the moment:
"I'm moving in slow motion
Feels so good
It's a strange anticipation
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Bodies working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby who's ahead in the game
Funny but it's always the same

Playing, playing with the boys
Staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of life's simple joys
Is playing with the boys."
Kenny Loggins "Playing With The Boys" (Top Gun Soundtrack, 1986)

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Saturday 19th May 2001, 3.21pm

Today is a retro day and the quote really sums up the silly mood I'm in at the moment. Geez. Tiffany... wonder what ever happened to her?

Lots has been happening, nothing really worth mentioning cause it hasn't been that exciting really *yawn* But I have at least been having fun (not!) moving domains round ISP's *aaaargggghhh*

Lyrics of the moment:
"Running just as fast as we can
Holding onto one anothers hand
Trying to get away
Into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the right."
Tiffany "I Think We're Alone Now" (1988)

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Wednesday 30th May 2001, 9.01pm

I should have realised. I spoke too soon didn't I? In a mood to listening to Tiffany songs and being silly and then wallop. The last week and a half have just been weird. No they haven't, they've been a nightmare. Individually events wouldn't have been so bad but they've been kinda reinforcing one another, I just start picking myself up and then another comes crashing down.

I have come to the conclusion that a number of my so-called friends are tosspots. Period. And for the whole bunch of hanging on people, I mean come on... don't you think it's a *little* easy to spot a user from a mile off. Whether it's Web sites, introductions, shags, alibis or whatever I'm just bored of the lot of you. It would be nice to just meet some people who liked me unconditionally for just me being me (oh and the occasional hug wouldn't go amiss). And please if your reading this don't send me a message* going "aww it's okay" (* = Also applies to personal conversations, telephone calls, text messages, contact forms or whatever form of communciation you might choose).

I'm also getting bored of all the f**kwits that seem to be co-habiting my life without an invite. Actually co-habiting is an unfair term because it would imply some sort of agreement existed or reciprocal arrangement whereby they might offer something in return.

Yesterday was a good example of how these things happen, it was time for another EventList trip this time to see Comedy Camp. Well we got slaughtered.. it wasn't 30 seconds before the rather cute host Simon, outed me as a THT Posterboy to everyone present, Kat was ritually abused as the token straight girl, Ben got to sing a song about being a gay eskimo (!) and Phil, well he was foolish enough to keep heckling. Laughed lots. Got embarassed as hell. Simon promises not to sit as at the front next time if we want *grin* and still owes me a drink for embarassing me.

Then the evening kinda fell apart - don't really know why but I just felt like having some space and caught the nightbus home to "sunny" Streatham. *sigh* And if all that wasn't strange enough email at work is still not back and even my home email went belly up in the only way computers can these days. I hate technology sometimes.

Lyrics of the moment:
"It's just a little crush (crush)
Not like our fate
Every time we touch
It's just some little thing (crush)
Not like every thing I do depends on you."
Jennifer Page "Crush" (Jennifer Page, 1998)

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