All entries for Tuesday 25 January 2005
January 25, 2005
Today I'll be wondering why I bother… washing.
I have realised that my morning shower is pointless. This revelation came about when I was putting on deoderant this morning. I had just come from the shower, where I had washed myself thoroughly using shower gel and soap and shampoo and everything. I raised my arm so that I could spray my pits, and was greeted with a whiff of pure me-smell. No trace of soapiness, nor shower gel odor. Just pure, unadulterated, natural masculine scent. Thus showering does not stop me being smelly. As I'm not in the habit of rolling about in the mud, and hence don't get all that dirty, I really don't see why I need to wash.
Blogging is cool, as I can vent all kinds of random stuff and stop it cluttering up my head. But I very rarely mention other people in them, as I'm aware that they'll either read it or someone who does read it will tell them. Thus, if I want to complain/reveal my innermost thoughts/ask for advice about someone I need to do it elsewhere. But how can I be sure that people I don't want to hear it, don't? Given that I can throw people considerably further than I trust them, the solution seems to be to talk to someone who doesn't know the people involved. Hence the title.
As some of you will know, I have recently upgraded my computer. One of the side-effects of this is that I'm now using XP. And I don't much like it.
The thing that is bugging me most is the way that every few minutes it pops up this annoying message in the bottom right hand corner: "Drive J is low on disk space" [Yes, I might have too many partitions]. The two things that annoy me about this are:
1) I can't stop seem to it doing that. I know that there is a lot of stuff on that partition. It's stuff I never actually use, but was keeping hold of until I could put it on a CD, thus it doesn't matter if there isn't much room on there. Hence I am aware of the situation and happy with it. Stop bugging me
2) Back when I was growing up, with my Atari ST and external SCSI hard drive, 50mb WAS a hard drive. Now it's just "not much space". I don't like this at all.
I promised that I'd write a WO Top B based entry.
So here are all of the thoughts of the night that I can remember: I'm bored. I'm off. I'm back. Hurry up, people. Stupid bar politics – I just ordered a round on someone elses behalf, as to serve them would break the bar serving system irroversibly. Where is everyone? Oh, still upstairs. Top B good. Fuckity, fuck fuck de-fuck. James' house is cool. I need to go home. I love you all. Shit, arse, wank. G'night.