August 5th, 2004

The Party Scene

can't be arsed to update ....

.... but I will anyway.


1. Just had jab (noooo not THAT Jab, no thanks) and my ass hurts. Pillows no help.
2. Jet-lagged. Got back from Spain at 2am. Grr. Cuppas keeping me going.
3. Spain was very not good. Was too hot. But Jenny and drunkenness were good.
4. Oh yeh, I ate mullet (the fish). V. nice when bones, tails and eyeballs cut off.
5. Mullets are unattractive (apart from Lisa's), neither are fags. Must give up both.
6. Cups of tea are very, very attractive. Would rather die than give them up.
7. Screwed in the heart at the moment. Me no want Dan, Scott, Robin, Rikki any more.
8. Only want one person. I love him, he love me, but we can't be together. It complicated.
9. Jenn and Stu are in love and it be annoying. But I know name of Stu's nob, ha ha.
10. Irene is gay. Don't know who she is, but she's very, very gay.

"In my dreams I'll always see Stu soar across the sky ...."

No-one will understand that. But it's very funny if you do and are drunk at the time. :P

- b.k. x

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    Faith Hill - There You'll Be (There Stu'll Be, hehe)
The Party Scene

psychiatry, thunderstorms, god, etc.

I just come back from an appointment with some weirdo psychiatrist named Dr. Kutty. It was very, very boring and she didn't make any sense, but she's the first one so far (out of the four crackhead ones I've had one appointment with apiece - I would complain, but I can't be arsed) not to go on about me cutting. Quite ironic with her name an' all. But one good thing came out of it - I've finally got a social worker! His name's Jim and he's old and fat and bald and has the strangest moustache I have ever seen, but he seems alright really. I'm happy to have a social worker because I won't get funding for Rookery House without one. And if I don't get funding, I won't be able to go there and everything would suck.

So it wasn't that bad. And I didn't get jabitis (moodiest mood swings ever), but you wait for my LJ entries tomorrow. Unless something seriously good happens, I'm sure they won't be pretty. But then again, I might be alright. God knows and she doesn't tell me stuff often. Maybe she's in a mood with me or something. I think she's got PMT and taken it out on Birmingham in the form of a thunderstorm, so she ain't gonna bother with little ol' Becke who wants to know what's going on. Hmm, I wonder if God gets really bad PMT and that's why bad stuffs happen? Must explain this to important people (don't know who's important in this case though) who can work out when she's bleeding and start being v. saintly, giving offerings of chocolate, etc. to make her happy. You never know, the world might be a better place! Or if God turns out to be a man (which I very much doubt, because nothing interesting would ever happen then), maybe thunderstorms are when he farts and bad things happening are because he's too busy drinking beer, eating pie and wanking to sort them out. There would also be no shoe shops if God was a man, so we'd all walk around barefoot.

I think I'm the best person ever to talk to about religious theories. :P

Woo, thunder! Lightning! Rain! British weather! Thankyou, God, for your PMT and/or farting.

- b.k. x

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The Party Scene

charlie's thoughts on thunderstorms

Speaking of religious theories, Charlie's good at them too. He says thunder is God telling Joe Bilbow to fuck off, and lightning is God trying to kill him. Not quite as good as mine, but pretty good, I say.

If anyone else has any light-hearted religious theories on thunderstorms or anything else, let me know! As we are created in the image of God, she / he / it / they must be like us, so the silly things humans do have got to happen to God, right? I find it much more comforting to think of God as an equal rather than some distant entity who watches us like some reality TV show and yet does fuck all. She's more likely to care that way.

The storm's stopped now. I bet our Brigid's found some good shops!

By the way, I don't mean to offend anyone with this. If you are offended, I'm sorry, but this is the way I feel about God. I'm not saying it's the right way or the wrong way (there are no right or wrong answers when it comes to religion), but it's got to be the most fun way. :) Oh yeh, I don't really believe the thing about Joe Bilbow, but you never know, do you? Charlie might be the next great prophet and Joe could be Satan.

- b.k. x

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