AFK
Yep, I am indeed AFK. Well, not technically right at this moment, but you get what the bloody hell I’m going on about (hopefully). I’ve just been AFK for a little while, and will continue to be so until next week or so. Partly because my current selfish neighbours don’t have wireless broadband that I can steal. Cuh.
I’m also quite freaked out by the people reading this at the moment. It’s all well and good pouring your heart out to people from teh internets on a regular basis…but when these people are actual *real* people, like, ones you know, that’s when it starts getting weird. I’d like to get upity and say it’s a bit like reading a diary…but then again, who the hell leaves their diary around for gazillions of people to read? Err, that’ll be just me then.
Anyway, I feel like doing some kind of round up of the summer. Not that we had a summer this year, but I’m going to do one nonetheless. I’m feeling quite reflective today. (I blame dreaming about toilets again. Toilets = weird outlook on life today)
It’s been a funny old year all in all. My fellow Stroudie at work blames the planetary allignment for all the weird restlessness that’s been going around lately. She may even have specifically blamed Mercury. (I probably had my headphones on, so I can’t be too sure) But anyway - whatever it is, I feel it.
It’s probably easier to blame Mercury for my complete ineptitude to get my shit together - but I think I know the terrible truth *gasps*
I just can’t stay in one place too long.
There. I’ve said it.
I’ve only been back in Blighty for 2 years and I’ve had enough. Since about April I’ve been on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. Upsetting the status quo, for something completely intangible (yeah, well done there Moosh) I know I tend to only blog about the good times, but there have been some, quite frankly, bloody awful dark times. Thank the lord for vodka and msn. I’d go into the dark depths of despair and why - but I don’t want you to all run off screaming, so I’ll keep it light 
Aaaaaanyway, just recently there has been a chink of light in the end of the tunnel…
So, let the good times begin. What will be, will be (and other such platitudes) I’m looking forward to a winter of sex, drugs and rock and roll!
Errr, apologies to anyone I may have depressed with that waffling. Will try to get back to my usual posts of wanking and men in uniforms soon.
-moosh
p.s. On a *complete* tangent, is anyone experiencing “ghost text messages” at the moment? You know, whereby you hear your text alert, or feel your phone vibrate in your trousers (fnar, fnar) but when you go to look later, there’s nothing there. Spooky.
Speaking to my buddy from down t’road - he says it happens to him all the time. Mind you, in his house wine glasses fall from great heights and then pick themselves up again. 100% FACT. Although we all were a little tipsy at the time. *ahem*
