Tuesday

Went to the post office at lunch.  One bloody clerk and the line was out the door.  Plus they were out of customs forms, so I had to fill out the slip while everyone was waiting behind me.  So, handwriting is crap.  And I wanted to to look good too, not my normal scratch.  Ah well.  Letter inside is far to sappy, can't belive I sent it.  Going to bite my nails worrying now until it gets there.  Air mail no less.  (rolls eyes)  At least it's not Royal Mail.  Blighters.

Small bit of noise I've been working on.

( Pretty girlie )

( Pretty Man )

Who on Earth would name a road "Slutshole Lane"?  I don't care if it's British or pretty much unused, the name is just wrong.

Work sucks, life is miserable, all I want is a hug is that too much to ask for?

Oh yeah, and Roadstar, the only band worth half a fuck right now has packed it in.  Fekkin' great, eh?  Less than a week after the release of their new album.  Whatever went down, I hope the guys are ok.  They're too talented not to get back on stage.