Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Noooooooooooooooo
I just lost a blog post. First time. And after all the times I cautiously did the highlight-ctrl-z thing just in case.
Denied!
It's probably for the best.
Anyway, it had some great stories in it about how stuff leaves its mark, and how I once had this Evil Flatmate who moved another Evil Flatmate into our lounge and essentially forced me out of the flat, and she tore out a page of her journal assassinating my character and left it in the top of the bin. And they broke my corkscrew, and when they moved out together just like at the end of Shallow Grave but with less violence and not as much money, Evil Flatmate's Evil Flatmate gave me £10 for it. And so comprehensively had they broken my spirit that I fell over myself trying to say it really wasn't necessary, when I should have said "You have made my life a misery for two months, and never contributed to the rent while effectively using the rooms I couldn't use, because you were sitting in them cooking up all that malevolence and hostility along with your evil chum, for free. At the expense of my sanity, nearly, and the expense of my money. I should demand twenty or so of these notes from you and then give you ten seconds to pack your shit and split before I come after you and stab you brutally and repeatedly with THIS BROKEN CORKSCREW, YOU ROTTEN BITCH."
And some belaboured metaphor about eating chilli and being sick and then not eating it again for five years, even though it was the fear of flying that had brought it on and the chilli was as blameless as an ersatz Mexican dish can be.
And then I said that people are horrendous like giant mutant mice that feast on the helpless flesh of albatross chicks, and they will take advantage of you and make you carry all the stuff they were charged with carrying themselves, and they will cover you in all these tiny nicks that you don't even notice until you find your shirt is sticking to your skin, and they will be bastards and bitches because you give them no real motivation to be otherwise.
But not always.
Note to self: remember this.
Denied!
It's probably for the best.
Anyway, it had some great stories in it about how stuff leaves its mark, and how I once had this Evil Flatmate who moved another Evil Flatmate into our lounge and essentially forced me out of the flat, and she tore out a page of her journal assassinating my character and left it in the top of the bin. And they broke my corkscrew, and when they moved out together just like at the end of Shallow Grave but with less violence and not as much money, Evil Flatmate's Evil Flatmate gave me £10 for it. And so comprehensively had they broken my spirit that I fell over myself trying to say it really wasn't necessary, when I should have said "You have made my life a misery for two months, and never contributed to the rent while effectively using the rooms I couldn't use, because you were sitting in them cooking up all that malevolence and hostility along with your evil chum, for free. At the expense of my sanity, nearly, and the expense of my money. I should demand twenty or so of these notes from you and then give you ten seconds to pack your shit and split before I come after you and stab you brutally and repeatedly with THIS BROKEN CORKSCREW, YOU ROTTEN BITCH."
And some belaboured metaphor about eating chilli and being sick and then not eating it again for five years, even though it was the fear of flying that had brought it on and the chilli was as blameless as an ersatz Mexican dish can be.
And then I said that people are horrendous like giant mutant mice that feast on the helpless flesh of albatross chicks, and they will take advantage of you and make you carry all the stuff they were charged with carrying themselves, and they will cover you in all these tiny nicks that you don't even notice until you find your shirt is sticking to your skin, and they will be bastards and bitches because you give them no real motivation to be otherwise.
But not always.
Note to self: remember this.
