It is still hot.
It is still hot and muggy and it is affecting my ability to sleep, eat and function as a human being.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it, in any case.
Maybe one day I'll be rich and crazy enough to back and forth between the hemispheres, chasing winter around the world.
Of course, if I had the kind of money and resources to do that, I'd probably have responsibilities which would prevent me from doing so. But a boy can dream.
In other news: My Mother gave me a call from Australia yesterday (something which, as lame as it sounds, always makes my day) and I let slip that I had a blog up. I guess I better not make any Life as a Crackhead jokes from here on in.
Something else: the other night Masao got to meet Adam Clayton from U2. He came into the Japanese Restaurant that Masao works in. That's pretty cool. Of course, if he had met Bono, I'd be jealous beyond expression.
Speaking of me being a sycophant: I saw Ian Watkins at the Fantomas gig. £200 haircut and all.
I was tempted to talk to him, but in a rare occurance for me, I decided not to be a shameless starfucker and talk to my Australian friends instead. That and I didn't really have anything to say to him. Nowt besides 'Nice Work breaking America' or something.
It reminds me, on reflection, of a couple of months back when I saw Kelly Osbourne after the Bleeding Through show and I decided not to talk to her. But that was partially because I was afraid that I would forget myself and say 'Hey! You're even fatter in real life!' or 'Wow, I can't believe it, you're really short!'.
And then Sharon Osbourne would have me killed.
I can't believe it. I used to be the King of Intelligent things to say to random celebs. Ignoring the incindent in 1994 when I met Dimebag Darrell from Pantera and all I could do was get him to sign my book for Big Pete (I wonder if Big Pete still has that Autograph?).
Speaking of said person, If you are reading this Mum, take a look at this link here:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/programmes/panorama/default.stm
It makes for disturbing reading, doesn't it.
Anyways, it is about time for me to go back to the flat and pull some towels out of the washing machine.
Yay.
Stay Frosty.
J
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it, in any case.
Maybe one day I'll be rich and crazy enough to back and forth between the hemispheres, chasing winter around the world.
Of course, if I had the kind of money and resources to do that, I'd probably have responsibilities which would prevent me from doing so. But a boy can dream.
In other news: My Mother gave me a call from Australia yesterday (something which, as lame as it sounds, always makes my day) and I let slip that I had a blog up. I guess I better not make any Life as a Crackhead jokes from here on in.
Something else: the other night Masao got to meet Adam Clayton from U2. He came into the Japanese Restaurant that Masao works in. That's pretty cool. Of course, if he had met Bono, I'd be jealous beyond expression.
Speaking of me being a sycophant: I saw Ian Watkins at the Fantomas gig. £200 haircut and all.
I was tempted to talk to him, but in a rare occurance for me, I decided not to be a shameless starfucker and talk to my Australian friends instead. That and I didn't really have anything to say to him. Nowt besides 'Nice Work breaking America' or something.
It reminds me, on reflection, of a couple of months back when I saw Kelly Osbourne after the Bleeding Through show and I decided not to talk to her. But that was partially because I was afraid that I would forget myself and say 'Hey! You're even fatter in real life!' or 'Wow, I can't believe it, you're really short!'.
And then Sharon Osbourne would have me killed.
I can't believe it. I used to be the King of Intelligent things to say to random celebs. Ignoring the incindent in 1994 when I met Dimebag Darrell from Pantera and all I could do was get him to sign my book for Big Pete (I wonder if Big Pete still has that Autograph?).
Speaking of said person, If you are reading this Mum, take a look at this link here:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/programmes/panorama/default.stm
It makes for disturbing reading, doesn't it.
Anyways, it is about time for me to go back to the flat and pull some towels out of the washing machine.
Yay.
Stay Frosty.
J
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