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26.10.04
oh, woe(king) is me
no, im not in woking.
i am working. the place is called beehive, however, i don't know if it is scientifically possible to have a beehive containing only 3 bees and one part time. unless, perchance, it was some kind of cool outcast bee society with only the top bees in it (and one part time). the bees that society rejected, unaccepted not because they are unacceptable, but just because their ideas and abstrations are just to 'out there' for the mainstream been populus of, er, cirencester.
if it was, i'd definitely be a part of that hive, you know, a quasi-elitist hive. it would be one of those small wonderful places whee every one is cool and different, like the spice girls (even mel c, the scouse that she is ;))
rather like a dream that did impose itself upon me earlier this week. i had bought a house with no less that 4 of my female friends, i was to share a very large green room with one, and the house was very big and being decorated by about 10 girls i frequently in contact with (bleh) at school. i was't entirely sure of actually seeking residence there secretly, i mean living forever with 4 girls? the queue for the bathroom! imagine the state of the rooms (lesbian meter probe beepy level thingies activated) the sleepovers! the pillowfights!
of course, i'd always win.
i seem to have digressed slightly.
i was meaning to ask, as i am readily (and quite rightly suspicious) of the name Brian. Who's idea was it that t is spelt so closely to brain? was einstein (who, actually, had a regular human brain. He was just ultra-clever. The bastard) *really* called brian? or did he just lust after such a bland and non-descript(grossly stereotypical, i know) name.
in my miniscule experience, brian's are always slightly wide of the mark reguarding sanity.
anyway..
whispered by killa b at 2:37 PM |
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