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God I’m tired.

I think this is my favourite painting:

And sometimes, I think this is my favourite painting:

It varies. 

Seems there was an email that went round prompting the aforementioned lunchtime exodus to Starbucks… that I wasn’t included on. So I win. Ha!

See, this is the problem with writing a blog as opposed to keeping a diary: anyone can read the bloody thing. A pack of people just walked past my desk on the way out of the office to spend lunchtime at Starbucks, and one of them, upon stopping to ask me if I wanted to join them, jokingly said, “D’you wanna be in my gang my gang my gang.” Clearly this was a reference to my whining post about not getting to be one of the gang. Whether or not he read the post in question, or was just told about it (the latter I think), it doesn’t matter: the damage is done, and now people obviously think I’m some wilting friendless wallflower who must henceforth out of pity be invited to and included in absolutely everything (I’ve already found myself being added to group emails) just in case I take further offence, succumb to the black clouds hanging over my domain and commit ritual seppuku in a fit of pique.

And now, instead of, ooh, I dunno, joining them maybe, socialising with them, possibily even enjoying myself, I’m sitting here, writing yet another whining post which one of them may or may not read at some point in the future and perhaps find themselves further questioning my emotional state and mental wellbeing. And who could fucking blame them.

Little envelope things and strange gaps. Most annoying.

I do wish blog.com would let me know when they update and change things on this system. (Well, not me personally; I mean anyone who blogs on this system, although if blog.com could personally inform me about changes, that would be nice. Perhaps they could send me hand written notes or something. Gifts would be good too.) I’m sure those little envelope things at the bottom of each post never used to be there, and there’s a strange gap appeared at the end of posts too. What’s that all about? On the plus side, there’s a new click-through at the bottom of this column of posts which takes you to older posts. So I guess it’s not all bad. Still be nice to have been told though. Feh.

This week’s funniest thing.

I’m particularly keen to read Memoirs of a Shark Fucker, Fuck Wars (and of course Shit Wars), Fighting Bears For Money For Dummies and Someone’s Going to Get Stabbed in the Cock and It’s Not Me.

whether or not to delete that last post, not wishing to belabour a joke or victimise Ned.

Nah. Fuck it. 

Ned would like it to be known that I am a wanker.

Well, yeah. 

upon reading the previous post about not blogging about people, Ned has given me his blessing to blog about him. So I am. Here he is: