WARNING: This post may offend some pandas for no apparent reason!I've been playing 'Like A Stone' (Audioslave) on repeat since I bought the record on Friday almost a week ago and I think it could be sending me slowly but surely insane!
Things are taking twisted turns left, right and centre lately, and after far too long it appears it is now all for the better. –Insert sigh of relief-. The Boy has lined up kick arse work, the Girl is slowly finding her comfy spot, and the other one is still taking offence to my diary ramblings. I mean seriously, is it such a felony to make a few lame jokes about somebody else's even lamer jokes????
But back to topic, don’t you think this is all a little strange? Well of course you don’t, you have no idea what I’m talking about, but picture this... Nuff is apologising for her previous indiscretions and John Cutter is on the verge of a five year pipe-dream employment opportunity. Sounds to me like we've just seen the first two signs of an upcoming apocalypse. If you see a plague of locus, rains of sulphur, or Gabba actually applying for jobs (yes, as in plural) then I'd be grabbing your best, bestest, and totally fantabulous bestests friend and running for the closest lying war bunker as it appears to be the end of days.
It isn't even midnight yet, which is the sole reason why I'm still writing this drivel. Once the clock on the computer figuratively ticks over to 12:00am I' closing this shit down and hitting the sack to watch some quality lame Letterman humour. Nah, fuck that! I’m slipping into the tracky-dacks and bed socks right now so I can cuddle up with my two favourite pillows (named Emma & Anita) in front of some bad telly! Mmmmmmmn!
See ya kids,
Jake Jameson.
