Thunk Envaginism
By
King Frictionless, posted on 6/16/2008 3:42:10 PM
There is nothing like spending a whole load of money on shaving cream and toilet paper. I suppose if you have proper piles of money, if you are the sort of person who does not bat an eyelid at the thought of paying £5 for two cups of tea then your understanding of spending a lot of money on shaving cream and toilet paper will be different than mine but we can agree on two things, primarily shaving cream and toilet paper.
It was Monica’s birthday on Sunday and it was also the last day before Monica’s essay deadline so birthday treats were interspersed with more typing and frowning. The flat has acquired several new books in the past few months, very suspicious existential looking books. I have taken to turning Being and Nothingness face down because its black cover gives me the anxieties.
I cooked and cleaned and shopped and wrapped and finally watched Kung Fu Hustle at ten past midnight. It was all good.
On Friday we went to the Baby Blue club down by the Maritime Museum to see the stand up comedy. It was very good, despite the fact that a bunch of people who work for Merseyrail were sat just behind us and acted like dicks for the whole thing. It was a very nice place and I think we will definitely be going back. We got to chat briefly to the comedians as well afterwards. Brave men, strong brave broken damaged men.
Through the power of Face Book I have made contact with a friend from secondary school called Hannah, my old room mate Jamie from University and a man called Stuart Ross who seems to be making friends with all the other Stuart Rosses in the world. Out of that list of three people two of them are Canadian. Who would have thought it? Canada!
Off to make music on Wednesday, I will be carrying guitar and bass with me. Thank Lenin that Soviet Union give me steroid to make me strong like bear!