Life in the listless lane.

Back I am from Brighton. Boy do I enjoy going to Brighton. I could not be in a more suitable place: gay capital of U.k. And as being gay I feel privaleged and lucky to be living so near!

I checked that my bike was still there: it was. My baby was still there. I'm telling you, this small, twitty town called Worthing I live in is worse with bike thefts than Brighton. You'd think that it was the other way around but oh no, Worthing is over-populated with the sub-human species known as Chavs. (And I still cannot understand why 'Chav' is in the dictioniary. Seriously: It's a swerve slang word, that's all. In fact I'm going to phone the Chief Editor of the Oxford Dictionary Company and request that Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious be stuck in there too. That word has been around for ages)

So today has been great. And I'm doing online surveys. I'm so desperate for some small extra cash, ( or not being bored) that I do those online survey things. The first one that I did today was about Horlicks (A hot drinks company) - That took ages and was completely boring. But I get about...60p from it. Over half way to a pound: wow, I AM desperate! Never mind. I start a new job on Monday, so let the money roll in. Then I can fulfill my wish to move to Brighton and GO CLUBBING! At least once a week. FOREVER! (Well not forever...foreverish)

And now moving on to DIY. I have a door. This door just won't close. What happens if I am having some hardcore lesbian sex and it opens because of the wind. I don't think anyone would prefer to see this adventure eh!

Till next time! Ta-ta!

I actually love being naked. Off course due to the law and such, It would be impossible for me to walk around naked in the streets and such, but seriously. Nakedness is a lot easier.
For one I don't have to worry about knickers riding up my behind all the time. That always happens with me, and I'm always pulling them out which makes me look like weird when I'm out in public.
Usually the furthest I go is just walking around in my room naked and obviously sleeping nude. I have to sleep nude anyway, because my room is always hot and I dare not open the window at night because of bugs. Hate bugs. Really do.

So now I do have to put some clothes on to go out soon to my disappointment. I'm going to Brighton to watch a movie with some moviegoers of mine, and to retrieve my bike.
I went on the train last wednesday with my bike. It was fine going to Brighton. I could take it, but coming back at 5.30, apparently I couldn't because of the rush-hour. So couple that with tonsillitis that I had, I felt like hitting the train attendant but then I thought 'Guy's just doing his job isn't he'.

So either I will be very happy to find it still standing outside the station, or fucked off because someone took it. Chances are I will be extremely unlucky and fucked off. I've had three bikes stolen from me in the past 3 years. Here's to another one...cheers! (I hope not!)

xx