It’s
almost the 500th search made on magazines, online media and such
based in Cardiff and I suddenly realise how it lacks the presence of significant
‘household’. Is this a cause to vent anger and frustration on furniture or
could this perhaps be seen as a golden opportunity to tap the possible rich
resources the media has yet to reach. Or maybe this is a sign that Cardiff is
just good for evening walks and truckloads of drunken English students who are
anything but welcomed on Welsh soil. Sometimes I think Rhys was right, even
though to him these smooth talking, bleached blonde English lads were just too
much an intrusion (if not competition) between them Welsh bai’s and valley
girls.
And for
the meantime, what does this all mean? It means Kat has to continue searching
for some goddamned place that would allow her to bag some coinage while she
works. Or it’d be dancing tables for her.
Ah yes
it was double surprise day today. Nadia just got back from London and along with
her she brought me lovely mags and lots of rocky’s and McVities’ Penguins!
Ok so that’s a 5 year olds junk but at least it’s only a 99p for bloody 18
pieces or sumfin.
The
temperature’s gone slightly. But this effing scratchy throat is not getting
any better. Ever felt the need to cough but it doesn’t come out sounding like
one? Like a half hearted cough that leaves your throat just neurotic almost.
Nevermind, ignore me. I think the fever’s burnt me noggin a bit there.
Was supposed to go clean this sty of a room up but never actually got to it. And to think I told myself I’d stay away from the comp for the rest of the day. I’m starting to think screens emit subliminal messages signaling the human kind to dedicate every awaking moment to the use of the computer. Ok that’s about enough. Anymore or I’ll start an x-files of me own online. Time for a snooze. Oh… reminds me. Time to write them Slinky boys to see if the society plan is worth anything near a solid effort.
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