Been a kinda weird day today. Was feeling really shit this morning for some reason. Must be hormonal...or just a fucking loon. So, decided to get some body art. Usually folk drink to feel better, or phone a friend, or go for a run... Not me. I go and get tattooed. Someone oughta lock me up before I do damage.

Was checking my e-mail earlier and noticed some piss friends requests from a well known group/interaction/write a lot of shit site. I thought it was a good idea at the time to join. Another one of my mad moments I guess cause it's totally garbage. Just an excuse for folk to plug their shit music and tell all about their sordid fantasies. I don't suppose it was set up to be like that but that's what it has become.

Anyways, into my last week of my hol from work. Getting seriously depressed about going back because I've been hearing our spineless bosses have been shaking their stick again. The management in my work have no backbone whatsoever but they do, however, like to exercise their vocal chords on a regular basis by talking bollocks. Anyone with the slightest amount of responsibility where I work morphs in to an idle fuckwit with no concept of reality. So glad I'm moving department soon although it's the same across the board.

I need to chill.

I haven't died you know. You would think I had though. Obviously couldn't be bothered posting anything for the past year and a half or so.

Got a new job. Doesn't start til August though...thankfully. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. I guess it's just the whole change thing, I've been in my job for 5 years this year so it'll be kinda weird. Hey ho, time to move on and do something worthwhile.

I've been behaving myself...kinda. Had a thing with someone and I think it maybe went a but further than it should have. It's horrible when feelings get involved. You know, I tell people that I'm a heartless f***er but they don't believe me until it's far too late. I think I need to stop fucking about with people feelings. Maybe I'm finally getting some morales...or not. You know what it is actually? I do have feelings. I pity people. I need to stop that.

I've been left alone for the next two weeks. FUCK. I need to get into a drunken stupor and not leave the house. God, what a life. I was meant to have company tomorrow night but I've had to cancel. Someone has found out they are pregnant and basically shouldn't be. As you can maybe imagine, her head is someone between her bowels and her stomach at the moment. I can't say anything that will change the situation so I'd better just keep my mouth shut. I'm no agony aunt but people seem to think I'll be able to wave a magic wand everything will be fab. Not so.

I need a beer.