Life in the listless lane.

Wow, I'm so..WOW!

2007-08-16T10:25:19+02:00

I'm excited today. Because of one thing. I get my new upgraded phone...sometime today. Be it five pm or now, who knows.
I'm only excited about that because the phone that I have is about 5 years old...so old that the screen is not in colour. It's a good working phone however. It's a Nokia, and they are known to last throughout hurricanes and tornados, earthquakes...ok, so maybe not those, but certainly a lot.
Then I can use the camera on it and add updated pictures on my myspace profile and facebook (ew, facebook).(I must take a picture of my new fourth nipple that has just seemed to arisen out of nowhere)

I managed to retrieve my bike yesterday afternoon from Brighton station. I'm so incredibly lucky on this one though, because it looked like some idiot had a real go with some pliers at least on the lock. They didn't get through but man, they tried. Heh - i'll take a picture and post it up! lol.
But at least I still have my bike. If that one had been stolen, that would have made it to four of my bikes stolen in the last three years.

I love thieves...no really I do. I just adore the fact that they are so incredibly...mundane / sad / pissed up that they...I mean, that someone would actually sit down by my bike (probably at night, a weekend. Someone drunk...or stupid) and try to plier their way through my lock.
Either that or it's a terribly desperate individual who really has nothing going on in his or her life.
Or, someone running away from the law and attempting to steal the very first thing they see.

I'm going to put a secret camera in the front of my bike I've decided, so that if anyone does steal it, I know exactly where it is going!

Anyway I must dash. Eating is essential and so is clothing. Although I much prefer just being stark naked, but society and the law does not allow that.

Oh great and now the bowels decide that I need a number two. This always happens. Straight after my shower, I need a number two. I'm cursed. Really I am.

Much love

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Bike, Kitchen, Stupid door!

2007-08-13T20:15:40+02:00

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!

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NAKEDNESS!

2007-08-13T11:19:51+02:00

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!)

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I'm not used to no powershowers...

2007-08-12T16:06:02+02:00

I just have to quickly say that I really love this website already. And I have only been here for...1.5 hours! *Cackles*

But now, I think I must deter from the sucking orb of the internet and wash my hair. I have indeed been avoiding it, because you see, I'm still not used not having the powershower I used to use in my other place of habitat.

This one seems to go at a snail's pace really, really slow and weak. And as I have wonderfully thick hair, combine that with a weak shower. Weak shower, thick hair...Result: Arm ache's and it's midnight.

I'm going to do a Britney I think and shave it all off. Well why not, I'm gay, I might as well add to the flavour of being that way orientated by looking it huh!

Obviously I'm just playin'. No really I am....*Nada get's magnetized toward electric razor in bathroom*

*ahem*, excuse me.

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So let's start now. Let me introduce myself...

2007-08-12T15:16:19+02:00

So let's start properly. Clean slate of...stuff. Fresh sheet of paper. New block of cheese. You get the general idea.

I'm not going to tell you my name. Ok, I am. But only the first letter: 'N'. No, hang on, what the hell is the point of that. My name is Nada. There. Happy?

I'm twenty one years old, but people regularly think I'm about eighteen. I do not complain, until someone tells me I'm fourteen or TWELVE like two people did. I demonstrated that gritted teeth grin, you know those ones, the grin in which your routinuely thinking 'Oh, what I'd love to do to your smirking face with a cheese grater'.

I am a creative thinker, maker, dealer, breaker and all that jazz.

I'm not fat (yet) but I'm a lazy individual right now. It's presently a sunday and really if God made this the day of alledged rest, then rest I shall! In large quantities! God must have foretold that clubbing nights would land on a Saturday, thereby including the day of rest (Not that I'm religious. Plus if it were me, God would not be God. God would be Goddess: A raving jolly black woman, with a powerful, gorgeous gospel voice who would state in one of the ten commandments 'Thou shalt boogie on down tonight')

If you really want to know all that bezazzal about my interests and dislikes and all that garbage, forward me a note, and I'll scribble it back to you.

Oh and I live in England. Don't even get me started about the rain and the expense of this place. No wonder the U.K has more psychologists then all of Europe...It's what I heard. Nice grass though. Not brown and craggy, that's about what is really good with this country.

My myspace is by the way www.myspace/com/minnglynn_rise.

Facebook is average and not as tangeable as Myspace in the design aspect. Believe me, it's not. Myspace is THE shit. Facebook is good for Newspaper/Newsround updates that are live, it seems. And yes I do have an account with Facebook, but like they say: 'If you can't beat 'em', join 'em. To my dismay.

and that's THE end.

Much love xxx

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I have to PAY to get rid of graphical ads!

2007-08-12T14:53:54+02:00

So I now have posted my second and it came out well. Unfortunately there was a whole bunch of stupid, useless corporate ads in between each of my entries.
and to get rid of them you must PAY. Wow! Bills, council tax, please people, can we get anything for free? Even sex costs if you really need it.

Anyway, I'm not paying. I started to, and then part of the dam form thing was in German. I know what Herr and Frau means, but for some reason I just don't trust these things.

It depends though. If I really really like it here I might give up 3.99 per month for it, and more space blah blah.

Until then, my credit card will lay relaxed on my shelf, soaking up the sun...and having a good time.

I'm so stupid.

Much lovex

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Ok the first part worked right...

2007-08-12T14:47:16+02:00

Wow, my PC actually did something right. If it had human capacities on an emotional level I would pat it and give it a medal. Technology...addicted.

Now if this follows suit nicely, in a lovely edited tone, I shall indeed swiftly move to writing in here on a regular basis.

Let's see.

Over and out.

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Before I do anything I must...

2007-08-12T14:44:47+02:00

Do a test. I'm not that amazingly brilliant with new things like this...actually I am, but today I'm just being a plain lazyass. That is factual, and daily. The internet has a hold on me, it really does.

Now what I want to do is to be able to add to this particular blog at different times.

Result...pending.

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