That was a Bad Idea
Bad Ideas Of Our Time #15
Drinking a whole bottle of white wine when all I'd eaten in the last 24 hours is a small sandwich. And then texting Trilby while under the influence of aforementioned wine.
He now probably thinks I'm some sort of psychotic lush. Huzzah.
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Bad Ideas Of Our Time #14
Standing in the middle of the road clapping your hands with glee as lightning splits the sky directly over your head.
Thunderstorms bring out a real deathwish in me.
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Bad Ideas Of Our Time #13
I should have called in sick today and stayed in bed with Finnegan-begin-again. He wanted to spend the day with me, doing fun stuff in the sunshine (or in my bed). But I instead I came into work to answer phonecalls from cretins.
Stupid, stupid, stupid YAAGers.
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Bad Ideas Of Our Time #12
Looking at the DVD section on Ebay now that I have a lovely new room with a big sprawlable double bed from which to watch DVDs.
Do I really need the 4-disc Collectors Edition box set of "The Chronicles of Narnia"? Hmmm? Do I?
Edit: After a brief battle with a last-minute bidder, I won the box set. 10 hours of fauns and lions and Samuel West will soon be mine. Looks like I'm going to be spending a lot of time in my new room... Huzzah!
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Bad Ideas Of Our Time #11
Raising people's expectations, then dashing them.
A while back I decided that I was going to stop buying greetings cards. Instead, I made my own. I drew little personalised cartoons, mounted them on pretty paper, stuck them on a card et voila, a mini masterpiece for my friends to treasure. I even made all my Christmas cards by hand.
The thing is, I don't have much spare time anymore. But I can't start sending out store-bought cards to people because they'll think I don't care enough about them to make them one of my special cards. So I've sort of made a rod for my own back.
It's Father's Day tomorrow and, as a result of a few late nights out on the razzle, I haven't made with the scissors, marker pens and glitter. My Dad is going to get a Hallmark card this year, and although he'd never say anything I know he will be secretly disappointed.
Arse biscuits.
Maybe it's time for a rummage around the stationery cupboard...
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Bad Ideas Of Our Time #10
Staying up to watch Derren Brown's "Seance". On my own. Then having to go to bed with the lights on and Radio 4 playing so the ghosties wouldn't get me...
And all because of my unreasonable crush on Derren.
Oooh. He can get inside my mind any time he likes. Fnar.
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Bad Ideas Of Our Time #9
Deciding to have "just a little go" on this game.
Four hours later and I'm hallucinating about catapults and UFOs. Look, there's another one!
*cowers under desk*
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