content generator from sola

Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.

( meep )

final count down

Two-and-a-half hours of work left. I think I've answered four calls all day.

If all went according to plan, the_axel is in Cleveland right now.

One more day of work and then bcholmes and I leave for Haiti.

I am so excited about this.

right then

I've eaten and I'm just finishing my second beer. I might move onto something harder later, but that would entail a trip to the store since I only have one tonic in the house.

It's freezing in here. We can't turn the furnace on until the basement is finished. I'm wishing Axel hadn't taken the camera with him, you should see the holes in the floor. And the up-to-my chest pile of dirt that is blocking the washing machine in.

If anybody wants to IM, I'm running Trillian which connects beautifully to ICQ, most of the time with MSN and is constantly being sabotaged by yahoo because they are big wankers. My IDs are 20199293, the_siobhan@hotmail.com and the_siobhanon respectively.

I have no idea what I'm going to write about. I suspect a few more beers will take care of that.

Speaking of which, time to open another one.

one for kightp

Chapter One: The Sillying

I Shit You Not, this is based on a dream I had once.

I got tired of beer after three and got into the gin. I would have switched over to wine, but there is a big pile of dirt and a bicycle blocking the wine rack so I said Fuck It.

It's a very strong gin.

This may call for a trip to the store soon for more mix. Unless I can give the liquor cabinet enough of the evil eye that it snarfs up some drinkable combination. I do have coke but I can only drink a few of those before I start burping sugar.

The heater is finally starting to kick in. I was contemplating digging out a sleeping bag if it got much colder.

Or maybe it's the gin and I just don't feel it any more.

( warned you it was silly. don't expect it to get any less silly as I go on )

for anybody who can't think of what to write about

I just got spam with the subject; "rampaging unfrayed pseudogothic".

I think you should write about that.