Friday, September 30, 2005

Cest la Vie


Well a rather nice morning spent at Edinburgh Castle. Tales of tourists asking guides if the view from the top of the castle is either...wait for it....

Norway
Amsterdam
and the best one...France.

No my dears thats Fife.

Dad officialy left today. Currently on the ferry with his car to Sweden and driving from there. I hope he arrives safely and there is no news of bribing local police or anything along those lines (hey its been done before...but thats another story)
Im not going to think about it too much or worry. Im just going to wait until Sunday as he is due to arrive then. God speed you crazy man.

Tomorrow is Friday wooo-fucking-hooo. Off to see the Banjo. Serious catch up in order. Not seen her in a while and Im just glad its still 3 for 2 on wine at the wine shop! But then again its another evening of trying to explain the whole Burning Man issue. Im getting better at it.

Well in honour of the crazy man....a picture of the man himself and me looking a bit simple.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

I dont care about you...

...why the fuck am I getting so much spam in the comments box?
However I did chuckle at the 'pro-anorixia' one.

I mean for fuck sake!.....thats all Im saying...(sigh)

Lost Lighters

The sun hasn't been able to find the strength to penetrate these big fucking grey clouds that have been hanging over Edinburgh all day today.
To top it all off the wind has told me that its Autumn. Hair wrapped round the face and the most inconvenient moments
ie. crossing the road, lightning a ciggy, stepping off the bus. That kind of thing
Oh yeah and that notorious Scottish rain.

It was a Monday.

I did get up and go to work early though. Have some serious flexi to make up. Geeezzz!

And YEEE-HAAA the decompession has been announced. Fucking nice one Jo Jo.

Im away to get some gossip from the flat mates. Awww Andy my wee saving grace,Im going to miss your messy ass. (he is moving out in a month)

~Song of the Day
Dj Shadow - Blood on the Motorway
Best heard - with the curtains drawn,cup of tea,writting pish on the internet.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Burn Baby Burn

Some one has robbed me of my cooking skills.....
No, I'm fucking telling you they have. Maybe while I was sleeping. Im normaly a not bad cook/baker.

I have now just burnt the fucking biscuits.

Too much buzzing about in my mind I think.

FUUUCKKKK. Attending meeting empty handed. Sorry people.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Banana Mush

Just a wee pointer - when the recipe says you need a loaf tin, you do need a loaf tin. Muffin cases just dont work the same. The result is a baking tray full of bread mix with paper cases cooked in with it.

GOD DAMN!

So its back to Tesco's for more flour and its fucking biscuits this time that I know how to make.

Easy like Sunday Morning....

Well Im a bit more chirpy today. Possibly to do with I have a distraction...volounteer meeting at a rather cool cafe (www.theforest.org.uk)

But must dash...Im away to take some banana bread to the meeting so I had better go and buy everything. Ah Sunday mornings and walking down Leith Walk is always entertaining. Various characters wandering about in a daze.

Bubbling, hysterical, tear stained mess...

I need to write, but Im not sure how I feel.
2 minutes ago I said goodbye to my Dad. He is moving to Estonia (not your average place to move to...). Its strange because I was brought up by my Dad, just him and I. For the past couple of years I have really been able to be myself with him. Tell him how I feel about life and how fucked up it can be. He is a wonderful eccentric man and has never really grown up and it hasnt been until now or at least the past couple of years that I have learned to accept that MY dad is like this and I love him for it.
He deserves to be happy in his new life, he hasnt had it the easiest for a while, we never had it easy. I just hope he gets what he deserves in the end. What everyone does, they deserve to be happy.

This is fucked up, I need a joint.

(and I dont need this on a god damn hangover!)

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Get out my fucking way...

People, if you dont know where you are going just get the fuck out of my face. Grrrrrrrr! I know its a bit unfair but after an unexpected busy day at work and my happy wander down to Black Medicine to then find it closing early the whole of Edinburgh seemed to be wandering about in a daze...
Were they all on hangovers?
Was there some major party last night and I wasnt invited?
Or did they follow Dylans advice and all were stoned?
I dunno but they certainly were getting in my way.

(brb, need to take contacts out)

Ooooh just found a pair of glasses I forgot I had.

But I was calmed on my rampage home by a text from my 9 year old sister telling me she had fallen down a man hole which I thought was hysterically funny. After I found out she was ok of course!

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Too much Information

'You cant always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find you get what you need....'

Well its almost exactly 7 days since I have been back in the real world. No point in re-capping the weeks emotional high/lowlights and events of how I adjusted since returning from Burning Man. Im over the worst. I think I am still slowly decompessing.Maybe its because I will never return to my former self. Every new experience has to change something in you. Whats the need to expand and explore if you come out the other side the same? But then again how do you manage when your life has just unexpectidly been turned upside down in the most exciting and profound way...

It took me a week to straighten my head out and be able to transfer those thoughts, visions and adventures into some kind of language that someone could understand.

So todays lunch of Sausage and Mash with Jenni was much needed. I was looking forward to it too. Out of all my friends I think she is the one who gets 'it'. So I didnt have any need to restrict any of my thoughts, become concious if i was making any sence or not and just letting it rip really.

She wanders in with her funky new hair doo, talks of draughty brazillian waxes and bottles of Magners. Just what I needed. Along with a months worth of gossip and our usual antics.

Well my wine glass is empty and my ash tray is full. A situation that needs to be immediately rectified...