I saw these guys yesterday, they were awesome. They were supported by a covers band of high school kids, who were totally ace! But no thanks to you, Gibby Haynes, for causing me to perve over a couple of sixteen year old boys...there was no call to get one of them topless and bound up with a microphone cable, or whatever that was. You are making me want to go back on my meds, in order to lose my libido, which is far too prolific.

For some stupid reason, the words "bullet" and "Shot" have been blanked out of this version of the recording. *sigh* stupid censorship! D'oh!

Actually, now I've messed around with it a little, the hair actually looks ok. Not how I wanted it, but ok.

I KNEW whatever bint I ended up getting to cut my hair would be all: "Oh, your hair's in TERRIBLE condition" and "LOOK at the state of your roots!"

YES. I KNOW. SHUT UP AND CUT MY HAIR. 

So...everything else has been an ordeal today, just what is work going to throw at me?!

So, I've offended people with my last post, have I? Jesus, I'm not frigging SERIOUS. I don't condone violence of any kind (unless it's with consent, you know what I'm talking about.) 

I am also NOT a serial killer groupie. Perhaps I didn't explain myself very well; I was kind of shocked at the fact that there was a story on aff about Harris and klebold, but I do love the fact that people have such interesting minds. 

I'm a very sensitive person and don't appreciate seeing other people hurt (usually.) But I did think it amusing that somebody was a Harris and Klebold fangirl. 

I, as I think I SAID, am not. I don't think anyone should presume they have the right to take somebody else's life from them.  

My dad's girlfriend's sister was raped and murdered a few years ago, and I've certainly encountered violence in my time, so I don't agree with it, for pity's sake.

But for god's sake, people, it was five am and I was only pissing about.  And most murderers are not "evil", so to speak; they've got something fundamentally wrong with them. This doesn't excuse their actions, but their reasons might seem very, well, reasonable to them. The concept of Evil is just an excuse for people to be lazy; they don't have to understand anything, then. 

So, a warning: ANYONE ON MY FLIST NOT COMFORTABLE WITH MY SENSE OF HUMOR, GO AWAY, PLEASE, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE. I DID WARN YOU. 

btw., I'm on my NINTH DAY without a drink, and I'm not letting anyone fuck that up. But I MIGHT use it as an excuse as to why I am being a bit, um, darker than usual, if, indeed, I am. 

As I've been up since stupid o'clock again, I thought I'd take another sordid cruise round adultfanfiction.net. It's such horrible fun! And it makes me feel so much less of a pervert. I  love that people have such, uh, interesting tastes. Good for them, even if most of them can't write very well. 

But anyways...

There was one lonely fic that I came across, all on it's ownsome, featuring those crazy Columbine Kids, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. (who, incidentally, are technically "spree killers", a term I find hilarious because it sounds like they had a really great time doing what they were doing.) 

I couldn't be bothered to read it, but was just as pleased as punch that it exists. Not cos I'm into those guys in any way at all, but just because somebody IS. 

I know serial killers and whatnot get plenty of groupies, fuck knows I've read enough magazine articles and books on the subject, but I've never come across anyone who admitted to an adoration of Harris and Klebold. Still, wanting to shoot up a high school? We've all been there, right? 

Er, actually, I take that back. I didn't much enjoy school, but felt totally indifferent to 90% of the people there and just ignored them. They were just not of interest to me. I never had a boyfriend/girlfriend in school (except right at the end when I was seeing some guy who'd left the same school one year previously. )

But this isn't a "how shit was school" post. 

So, um...I appear to have lost my thread now. But aff.net; totally amusing at five am. Possibly less so the rest of the time. 

Oh yeah, and Columbine Porn should have a tagline: "Better Than Heathers".

AND I'm pissed off that my ex seems happier without me, and I'm sure he's easily pulling other people. I'm NEVER going to have another relationship ever again. Fuck this shit, I've had enough. But I haven't had a drink. Wooo. So now I'm sober and pissed off, rather than being drunk and oblivious.  

I had the BUMMEST day at work today. I was projecting like I was trying to win a fucking award for it. The result is, I now think that the cocky waiter hates me/is terrified of me, and everyone else thinks I am a humorless twat. I'm SHY dammit! That's why I don't talk much! And if nobody directs any conversation at me, what am I meant to do about it?! Nobody's gonna wanna talk about crap that I wanna talk about, that's for damn sure. I love the manager, but I hardly ever see her. 

Then I ran into an old friend, the on/off girlfriend of a guy I've known for eleven years, who is the biggest druggie ever. He is apparently in prison in Dorset, because he smashed through her front door with a hammer. With his face blacked up. On god knows what. And stole her laptop. 

Oh dear. 

And I'd woken up in such a good mood, too. That'll teach me not to do THAT again.

Can I just reiterate HOW VERY much I adore Marcus Brigstocke? Yes, he has a huge rectangular head, but what of that? He is funny, and clever, and was apparently a fat goth as a teenager. He was also expelled from THREE different schools, and hated football practice so much that he set fire to the goal posts on the school pitch once.  

Sadly, he is already married, and it's not to me.  And he's a speccy four eyes, as well! I do love people in glasses. Pretty lucky, really, as I have to wear the things as well.

If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

So...I haven't had a haircut since LAST MAY, and my hair is looking seriously bleached and frazzled. I'm getting it cut on Friday afternoon, and I think I'll get them to try and obtain this sort of effect:



Obviously, I do not have that woman's style, grace, figure or cash, but that haircut could suit me. I'm gonna stop bleaching it, as well, though it suits me. I'm going back to my more natural golden/strawberry blonde. *sigh* boring, but I AM getting older.

I'm sure I'll change my mind and fucking dye it bright red again or something.