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National Kissing Day

Posted on 2006.07.06 at 18:38
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
So, I've just seen on the news that it's National Kissing Day.  Just another day to feel totally inadequate this year as I can't participate.  Wonder when Hallmark will come out with a card for this.

Can't remember the last time I had a good snog.  Maybe that's why I'm so bitchy.  And my score was crap when when I took the YM trivia quiz!  Certainly not reflective of my past accomplishments I should think.

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Did I do something to offend?

Posted on 2006.07.05 at 13:45
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Today at the training session some behemoth decided to throw a hissy fit presumably because I was invading his sacrosanct space by using the next bench.  I can only presume that his kicking the bench, dropping the weights and kicking his car keys were meant to register the complete contempt that he had for me.  

Thankfully I managed to restrain most of my laughter at the comments from my trainer who equated the quantity of weight to the lack of brain cells.  As the freak was pressing 160lbs, which is 45lbs more than I weigh and I was pressing 30lbs in the same exercise I thought that discretion was the better part of valour in this instance and held back my pithy comments until he was out of earshot.  Cowardly or cautionary?

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Denied the opportunity to hit something

Posted on 2006.06.28 at 20:02
Current Mood: disappointeddisappointed
Current Music: reviewing disdain's earlier work
Well the toyboy is obviously worried about the bruised state of my hands.  The gloves didn't go far to alleviating the problem...the bruising last week was spectacular...but why did some cretin have to then go and steal the gloves thereby denying me the chance to really punch something today.  And today I could have used the release.  

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But I am invisible

Posted on 2006.06.28 at 00:02
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Tonight the elevator doors opened and a man greeted me cheerfully and asked where I had been.  He hadn't seen me in so long, as he tells me.  Odd, I don't remember him at all.  I'm sure we've never had a conversation.  No one notices me anyway.  Why should he?  Will I have to start taking the stairs if total strangers decide they can speak to me in small enclosed areas?

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Stolen from disdain

Posted on 2006.06.09 at 15:11
Current Mood: amusedamused
Please use one word and one word only to describe me.  You may post in my journal or e-mail me your word.  Then go and play with someone else and ask them to do the same for you.

Post in my journal.  As if.  Yes, you may e-mail.  Don't get in a froth.

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An untimely reminder

Posted on 2006.05.26 at 16:53
Current Mood: amusedamused
Yes, it's old but Marcus just sent me the Blair rap.  It's still got a good beat.

He must have had a very good dinner with the boys.

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I thought I could have time off

Posted on 2006.05.23 at 12:17
Marcus called after one of his semi-annual publisher's luncheons.  Thank God it appears to have lasted the traditional five hours otherwise I would have been getting the call in the small hours again.
He is salivating over some new poetry prize and thinks the house should "put up a good show".  To that end he has decided to put out the word to his worker bees that the sweets of their labour are to be submitted and he expects something shocking and revelatory that touches upon the human condition.  Oh, and he wants submissions in two months time.  Tardiness will be penalized.

I can't write poetry.  The only time I've tried in the last few months the efforts have been puerile and weak.  They touched no one.

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Posted on 2006.05.20 at 11:56
Current Mood: touchedtouched
I suppose it's a bad thing when the sales staff greet you by name when you cross the threshold?  Or at least remember your last purchase which amounts to much the same thing.

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We've gone on holiday by mistake

Posted on 2006.05.17 at 19:28
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
"Right, here's the plan.  First we go in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop a couple of Surmontil-50's each, means we'll miss out Monday and come up smiling Tuesday morning."

I'm going to watch this - again - this weekend.  One of these days I'm going to count how many times I laugh out loud when I watch this.  But not this weekend.

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Posted on 2006.05.17 at 19:09
Current Mood: mischievousmischievous
"There's none left in the tube for you."

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