M and I were walking home Saturday night and I stopped to peer through the window of a bar to try and leer at some people I knew. The DJ was playing that annoying song that goes with the Ipod advert��.. Oh. I looked it up on Google and it is called Jerk It Out. Well, that�s that cut short then.

In a similar vein, I walked past the bread maker and for a split second I thought it gave Barry White as an option. Sadly, it said Basic White. That would have been one damn fine loaf though.

The F and I were watching Cosmetic Surgery Live last night. My phone must have turned itself off or I fell asleep or a boring concoction of the two. This morning I had this message: �What kind of weirdo would watch a porn film featuring a pre-operative transsexual ?! !� Well, quite.

I�m cold and I don�t want to go to work. Yesterday I was tidying the crime section whilst singing a song that went
maggot farmer
maggot farmer
what
the
fuckamidoing�

For an hour.

A new phone charger came through the post this morning. I stood on and destroyed the old one. I had fashioned it to work by cutting the wires right down and exposing the little um wires inside and then hooking them onto the metal parts to make an electric connection (circuit?) which charged the phone. I think I might miss the little kick from receiving an electric shock every time my battery ran low.

Yeah, I�m going

Soso