Sprillian

Every morning :)

modey does what modey does. screw the haters. in their dry sockets

There was a spider that had a funnel-shaped mouth that extended down my other half's oesophagus when he was sleeping with his mouth open, and extracted whatever he'd had for dinner out of his stomach. While I watched, horrified but unable to do anything but stare. And I had a battle with an acid excreting caterpillar in a hotel bathroom. That's pretty exciting for me, my dreams are often forgotten instantly or boring and about work.

They do love the ankles.

Had a serious flea infestation in our flat about 18 months ago. Our cat had fleas and I treated her with crap over the counter stuff which sort of worked. Then we went away for a fortnight with the cat and the fleas, now minus a "host", all came out of the woodwork, literally. When I returned to check post etc they jumped all over me, literally - they were in my socks, in my fucking bra, those bastards can JUMP - and we had to call an exterminator; he said he'd only seen infestations this bad in abandoned buildings. Got the cat to the vet for sone super anti-flea shot, exterminator sprayed every surface in the flat, and we were told not to let the cat back, or hoover, for about six weeks. And even then there were still some clinging on for dear life. No idea where they came from as she's a house cat and we had her for almost a year before this fiasco, but apparently fleas can be brought in on your clothes/shoes etc and lie dormant for months. I feel your pain. It was fucking horrible.

Great stuff WATMMers.

Man, that's a (tasty looking) monster. T'other half went a while back and is determined for me to have an awesome Five Guys food baby experience. Saying that, he had to walk some of the way home afterwards just to feel normal again, and he didn't even make a dent in the chips (which I tried when he returned home) so I'll prob regret it. Looks fucking good though.

Took a semi-managerial position at a shop branch closer to home. Commute is a leisurely 40min walk, or five mins on the tube, as opposed to an hour and a bit to an awkward part of West London. So I save £100 on travel a month. Plus the customers are SO MUCH NICER. I was so used to being treated with utter contempt that I was blown over by how normal the people in the new location are. An old lady gave me a cough sweet and told me to take it easy the other week when I had a cold. Plus plus I had my first review with my manager recently who basically said I'm doing an awesome job. Plus plus plus he mentioned liking Autechre after asking what I was listening to one morning, so I got to burn him a couple of EP's he'd never heard for a music swap of sorts.

I was just complaining about this the other day! aaaargh! if you guys have leather wrist straps, try smelling your wrists after wearing your watch for a few hours. you'll be like this I love that smell.

Yeah. It caused uncomfortably pleasurable anticipation in me too...

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running was a great read. The only other I've read by him is Norwegian Wood, which is considered his most accessible I suppose. I'd like to read others, so is The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle the place to go first?

Lolita is def worth reading imo. It's very very well written, in that you don't feel like the author's chosen a contraversial subject for the sake of contraversiality. It reads like a memoir of sorts (in a good way). I'm in that nice 'reading two books' place: The World According to Garp and the Preacher comics - my first real comic dip. On the second Preacher now, so Garp is being neglected a little.

With sesame oil and soy sauce for dipping. And a gin and tonic.

Sesame seed bagel (^woot) heavily toasted, cream cheese, finely sliced and seasoned cucumber, spring onions.

That's a small room Salvatorin. Wardrobe? Toilet?

yer womern lookin' fine derr Yerp.

this looks like an art project !It's long-term installation: 'Crouching Mongrel, Hidden skeleton'

Went for power nap at 11:30, got woken up for midnight. A rainicorn vomited on me. There were party poppers.

I really like the Seamus Heaney translation. I've skimmed through some of the other ones and they're not as enjoyable. pain in the ass finding a decent copy of the Heaney translation round here. Where are you in the world? Faber have a nice edition of the Heaney edition - I can send you one if you like. The Heaney translation is the best by far. Radio 4 were playing it recently, I suppose to posthumously reinforce praise for him, but the audio book doesn't seem to be available atm which is great shame - listening to it verges on a euphoric experience.

Necking a bottle of gin the day before your first day at a new job is a Bad Bad Bad Idea. Oh.my.god.

Bone dry cappuccino. Not that I should have to request it dry - there's no such thing as a "wet" cappuccino in Italy, that's a fucking latte mate.

In the space of one morning I have managed to: - Burn onions and fill my flat with smoke - throw buckwheat all over the kitchen - lose the screw to my glasses lens - jump into a scalding hot bath - jump into a freezing cold bath - lose the left bud on my only pair of earphones - bang my forehead on the spiky small reindeer head that hangs on my front door - almost get run over whilst deciding whether or not to jump on the approaching bus In that order.