Feb. 9th, 2011

skylarking: (gotta dance! hsm)
The heating has gone off (it randomly does that sometimes) and the vending machine is empty. So no chocolate and no warmth. I don't know how we are expected to work in these conditions.

I have decided that I don't want to be a grown up this week. Being a grown up is rubbish. You have to be responsible and sensible and lots of other words that end in 'ible'. I don't feel like doing that this week, I'd rather be 8 years old. (But not one that's at school, an 8 year old during half term or something.) I think that would be nice for a while. I could eat crisp sandwiches and watch cartoons then play with Lego and have a nap.
God, I could murder a crisp sandwich...

I heard the other day that Radiohead have done a cover of Ice Ice Baby. I can't imagine what that must sound like. It feels a bit wrong, but out of those two things Ice Ice Baby is the thing I hate the least. The way I feel about Radiohead is similar to the way I feel about Coldplay. Too much navel gazing ennui, it does my head in. At least Vanilla Ice is funny, "quick to the point to the point no faking, cooking MCs like a pound of bacon" what's not to laugh at?

That last paragraph has no point. But why would it, it's Wednesday afternoon.

Wise Words

Hope is the gay skylarking pyjamas we wear over yesterday's bruises ~ De Casseres