omg, I’ve had my eye on this, it looks so good/bad.
It looks like it’s been teleported from like 2004.
Hope it’s as good as The Day After Tomorrow.
*rubs hands*
Though, I loathe whatshisface…
Jim Sturgess. It’s one of those dislikes that I have no reasoning behind. He’s just got a face I’d like to punch. Nngh, I feel bad even typing that.
Management at work are all out of the office holding recruitment interviews, leaving us all to lounge around and socialise. So… pub at four, then to my mate’s pub where I shall play records to an indifferent crowd from 9pm-1am. Beer festival tomorrow. Then I shall choose from comments on my thread of what to do with random days off work for the next four days of my five day weekend.
Going to see this tomorrow! Mindless fun yayyy!
I have a job interview next month for a job as a tour guide that could involve moving to somewhere cool in Europe. I have to do a 3 minute presentation to prove I can be enthusiastic about a topic and enthuse others.
Yeah I’d like to take them in the evenings but I generally end up getting sweaty in bed so it’s all for nothing
for some reason i thought you meant jim broadbent
i wonder if that’s the only time in history someone has got those two people confused
I really like Ol’ Jimmy Broadbent. GBOJ.
Please may I gently jag this, Friyay people:
Everyone involved sounds like an idiot:
I’ve come to the pub for someones leaving drinks and I’ve beaten them all here. Ridiculous. @tilly come to the nags head x
Well, apart from Jeff goldblum
He’s not in the film.
And that’s why the films shite!
*not seen the film
Done a new zine for the 24 hour zine challenge. You have to write and lay out 24 pages in 24 hours. No prior planning allowed. This one’s about moving house and dreaming of Siberia. They’re £1.50 including postage if anyone wants one.
Dunno if I can be arsed going out to play cards, I feel like absolute wank.
Bus Eireann have fucked up here so I’ve decamped to the nearest pub. Fucking disgrace of a company.
I also have about 300 CDs with me so I’m annoyed by how heavy they are.
I’m just finishing work. I have a couple of hundred seven inch singles with me. I’m DJing at nine. I have three hours to kill and have a heavy box of records. I feel your pain.
Oh fuck, I know how heavy that is. Godspeed and may your shoulders refrain from separating.