… I’ll transfer your call to the relivant department.  Please enjoy some Justin Timberlake on the hold music.

Oh what a day this has been, I haven’t felt so much hate since 1987, «Die Robo Jungen»as per usual failed to show on a monday.  Probably because of some lame excuse or bollocks reasoning.  But what do I care, I just had to arrange my life to suit his selfish needs.  Woop woop.

I really need to spend some time at home in Brizzal, possibly some point over saturday as I’m off to Corby come Sunday for the Travis Perkins Family fun thing.  Woop.

Right now I think I might go bed like.  Booyaka!

I sit here in front of this PC trying to think of some kind of halarious update to keep us all amused, but I doubt it will happen.  As I am boring.  It happens so get over it.  I’ve got to work all day tomorrow and I think the internets has been stopped at work again so it could be rather boring to do an entire 13 HOUR shift with no entertainment.  Ho hum.

So far this week I’ve driven to Thatcham:

Did some work and other junk. Woop woop.

Теги: foto, boring, rubbish entry

I’m really starting to hate the LiveJournal now days, I remembered when it first started it was all cool and good fun.  I tolerated it for sometime now as a Early Adopter I was immune to the advertisements when they came in, but now, I can not rid my blog of them.  It’s unpossible!  And they’re HEAWGE!

So I reckon I’ll just give up on livejournal and let it die a commercial death, in the void of the commerical internet were it deserves to be, a hollow “community” alone in a dollar filled void.  Much like VOX or TYPEPAD.  I know it’s a bit ritch as I have google ads on my site, but in realistic terms it makes pennies and they aren’t obtrusive.  As for some other magical ads, I think they must be due to estat which reminds me to cough up another couple euros a month to fix that problem.

I’ve also dabbled with an AOL Journal, it seems basic and not as fun as the masterpeice that Кевин.com.ua is at this very moment in time.  However, once I can afford to purchase my WINS Server from Santronics I might fully downgrade and we’ll see in what non-commericalised text based internet that takes us.

We await in glee.

Remeber that post some time ago, please find attached the final conversation. Officially Keiran is a complete prick and I don’t know why. I might just punch him.

Kevin look who it isn’t
8:56pm

Kieran Bye Bye
8:56pm

Kevin so we’re not talking smack today then
8:58pm

Kieran
i really can not think of any1 else in the whole of the world that i would less like to talk to then you!! please leave me alone, if youre guna be a twat!
8:59pm

Kevin excuse me? I think I’ve got a supreme right to be a twat to you. You have alot of explaining to do. Getting threatening texts at all hours and being harassed on facebook. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? Explain.
9:02pm

Kieran Bye Bye, have a nice life 9:03pm

Kevin
So I’m not going to get an explanation or an apology. Kieran, you my friend are the twat. And when you have the balls to tell me what your fucking issue is then I think that status can be re-visited. Until then enjoy prickdom.

At 6am in Canada time I get a call. I AM THE NATWEST ANTI-FRAUD ROBODROID WOMAN, PLEASE ENTER ON YOUR KEYPAD THE FOLLOWING ITEMS OF SECURITY. I did. It failed. So the bitch put me on hold and about 1 minute later (80p in real money) I get a human. The call only took a further 45 seconds. Why didn’t they send a human to call me in the first place?!?! I feel I might complain, their robots are starting to annoy me.

The end of it all, was a dodgy cashpoint that couldn’t fulfil my transactions so cancelled it which then started the fraud system process of locking off my card. The problem being - THIS WAS OVER 3 DAYS AGO.

But at least the fraud system works. Sort of.

So it’s been a long long time since I’ve sat down to actually get around to writing a proper blog entry, I really need to be doing this more as quite frankly it’s a bit sad to have the best domain in the world and not use it to it’s full potential of internet evils.

We all know the FSG Rumour Mill has kept on top of my dramatic life and just about anything that has anything to do with anything. First of all my Craig situation, I love the kid but I can’t keep going with it, it’s a bitch and it hurts. He’s lovely, he’s ace but he’s not going to be my bizzatch ever and that makes the baby jesus cry. But we live, we move on and kill those in our paths.

The other situation that has properly blown up is my Matt and that well kicked off on my birthday, somehow, I’m sure just about anybody in the rumour mill knows what’s going on but I’m keeping my trap shut about it. Don’t get me wrong Claire was like “you’re the first person to be on top of all that” and she isn’ wrong, with our Carrie off having mini-me the mill is going a bit dry, so the vicious bitch over here is spreadin’ and stirin’ to make up for it. But that business, is nobody’s business and it’ll stay that way. Probably because I love Matt in that not so “I want down your Y fronts” way, in fact if it wasn’t for that cracking ass of his I think I’d like him to be family. But I’m afraid that’s an ass that won’t stop, so we can’t be doing the genetic thing and staring at it when it comes in to view.

During the week various things happened, really I should state that I need internets at work to give you the LIVE ACTION NEWS, but everytime I do I get told “OK YEAH” and it goes LOL ACCESS DENIED on me. But most memorable are:

Saturday Morning: One of our clients who have an accident rating HIGHER than the amount of vehicles they own, one of their drivers called in to say his NSF window was smashed in. This is not an issue, hey, I can even do this shit in my sleep, except he’s in France. No problem I think, I’ll just call Autoglass, they’ll do me some glass. Wrong. We had to call CARGLASS. Oh the fun we had.

The conversation went:
Me: Bonjour, parlez-vous l’anglais?
Her: Desole, je ne comprehendre pas l’anglais.
Me: Uh, Does anybody parlez-vous l’anglais?
Her: Non, Une moment, attendre a’ligne…..

Then I got passed to some woman who wanted to arrange an intervention…. oh well.

We got somebody else involved and that went equally as bad with CARGLASS, but finally our MD who although Italian and increadibly scary (it’s the mafia connections I’m sure) speaks fluent French. Even she can’t get Carglass to understand that we want GLASS IN TO CAR SO DRIVER VROOM VROOM TO ENGLAND. Idiots. So FAIL.

Saturday Afternoon: Me Tabs and Lisa went in the part bs to see Doomsday. INFO: BEST FILLUM EVAR. See it or die.

Sunday: Helped Vick move her stuff and a tellly. Her family are scary people (not the mafia connections). It was surreal. But at least I’m Vicky’s 3rd boyfriend. Although our sex life is non-existant and I’m horrid to her (but she loves it).

Anyways since the Fosters (or four cans I’ve just had is now setting in I shall go. See you my beetches.

I’ve been quite silent on this weblog for sometime now and all you people have had to read is twitters, links from del.ici.ous and the occasional photo off ShoZu which craps out if you put too much text in to it.

But now you can rejoyce, this is the first DAY I’ve had to myself in the homestead to think, clean and watch television whilst rubbing one off to columbo! This post might be insightful, it might not be but it’s going to happen now so relax OR ELSE.

The first thing I should update you on is my new job promotion to Accident Management which should be fun. This will be as of 07.04.08 so it’s all cool in the school. I will also get internets access so I may possibly update from there if I can (cos work is the only place I’m at now days).

But all is not good in my life, granted all I do is work now, it pays off but at the same time it diverts my attention from my life, which is pretty much in dire need of attention now.

Mostly because I’ve started the process of attraction with a smart, sexy, crazy and completely closed book of a guy at work. He’s great, I love the guy, I can’t even put in to words how much this is the case.

He says he’s straight, he says he’s done this that and the other but my god his body language does not even remotely correspond to what he says, which is what is making my life so shit right now.

Over the last two to three weeks I have been seriously considering what I need to do about him, because I don’t want to put myself in to a position I can’t get out of emotionally, but now it’s far too late for this I’ve stepped beyond this point and I’m now completely falling for him.

The problem with this is we get on like a house on fire, in fact, we’ve taken the street down with us. But each time he’s got to say I’m not gay or a story about shagging a woman or something. Which I then have to back off a bit. But I don’t know what to do, I’m stuck here. He says one thing and reacts in a completely different way. Why do I pick people like this? What is up with me? PLZ XPLAIN INTERNETS?!

I will need to have a bit of a sit down, think about everything and just go for it. What’s the worst that can happen? I lose, essentially, somebody who is so completely like me in all respects if he never wants to speak to me again. Being gay I can accept, in fact it’s been good fun, but times like these, it makes you realise how shit it really is.

I enjoyed my saturday, granted that I only got 3 hours before I had to get up again and that I did my laundry during that time and it didn’t even dry correctly so I had to, as expected, hang it all over the control centre to dry out (imagine my pants flung over monitors and desks). I discovered on friday evening that I was working the saturday morning AND the afternoon so I was a bit pissed off to say the least. But I got over it.

At 17.00 I finished work, had a shower here (their council tax now includes me as a permanent resident) then off to the horror that was Sainsburys on mothers-day eve to buy lagers AND pro-plus (cos I was hanging out me arse). Headed over to Matt’s to meet up with Pretty Craig and go out for the evening.  It was all good drank far too much at Matt’s, Speedpeedoed a Stella until I couldn’t take it as the blasphemous thing was well nasty!  We then headed out in to town, I think that’s when it all went down hill.  I made a point of getting properly bollox’d cos I had to be in work for 0900 to show the rest up!

I think in that evening I bought everybody drinks all night cos I ended it on the following day with only £5.35 to my name and I had ALOT more than that to hand.  So my budget is well blown to bits.

Anyways, back to the story at hand, we suddenly then went in to Melksham (about 10 miles away) I made an arse of myself and we taxi’d back to Craig’s pad to end off the evening.  At that point it kind of got a bit emo and I spent most of the evening crying which I find is well cool when you’re in the presence of other people.

I woke up the following morning and looked at my phone for the time and decided “I’m going to be sick” and barged through Craig’s room to the toilet to do just that.  Ace.

Then walked in to work, hanging, had my shower and started my 30 hour shift. Joy.

… until 0.00 this evening when I get back in I feel like a drink.  Mmmm alcoholic beverages.

But I don’t have any lager

I can’t get to sleep without my music but my iPod died out when I started to play my music. Understand my annoyance with the bloody thing.

Apple I will seek revenge!!!!!!!!!!!

Although I wonder why I’m blaming apple really, it is after all not their fault my battery went flat.