Watchmen Soundtrack

Open letter to Suits in Media Companies

Dear suits at Warner and Viacom

Fuck you very much in the ear for removing my favourite music videos from youtube.

Not everyone in the world has the luxury of owning cable or the accessibilty to iTunes.

I hope you get throttled by your ties.

Insano.

Cushiness...

Since coming back from the UK, my ephedrine connection has been lost. Which means I'm not hyper all day anymore.

Which is ok, as my job isn't as insane as it was in London. I work normal hours, behind a computer, on a cushy office chair with numerous smoke breaks. After sic months, my system has learnt to deal with this and I now get some sleep.

Well, not really sleep. More like a snooze with intense dreams as my brain hasn't yet figured out how to shut down when I close my eyes. Also - not having internet at home, means that I can't surf until the sun rises - which i'll totally do.

Its a bit of a double edged sword really - stay up all night only to crash at 3pm at my desk or go to bed at a reasonable hour and still crash at my desk by 3pm.

Maybe its because I'm bored. Bored stupid! and my brain is trying to be proactive in keeping me on my toes until I'm intellectually stimulated again.

Who knows?

All I know is that at this moment, sitting at my desk, watching my inbox fill up really quickly, I would rather be at home sleeping on my couch with my cat on my stomach.

Fanatical

*dusts off blog*

Hello again old friend. Sorry for the temporary abandonment - life got in the way.

I've been back in SA for exactly 6 months and 6 days and so far, I've chalked up:
1 x job
1 x car
1 x flat (seeking flatmate)
1 x new hobby
1 x new step dad
1 x brother in law

Not bad for six months work.

So yeah - My mom and my sister have decided to walk down the aisle - to thier respective betrothed. Which means 2009 is the year of veils and bad DJs, hen parties, dress fittings and venue hunting.
Personally - I just want to show up and get drunk. Possibly laid, too.

But nooooo.... being the big sister / oldest daughter means I'm pulled strapped into the rollercoaster kicking and screaming all under the guise of being 'Head Bridesmaid / Maid of Honour'. WTF?

What do you have against weddings? I hear you ask.
Well, nothing, really. I've been attending and organising weddings since I could walk, and I generally have no issue with them. Especially if the reception has an open bar.
But lately, I've become extrememly disallusioned about the whole holy matrimony concept. Its a fucking joke. And I don't see the point in losing your mind trying to arrange the perfect wedding only to spend half that in a few years trying to undo the knot you tied while under the influence of regular shagging.

I've got a bonfire ready - bring on the big white dresses. I wanna see 'em burn.

Back Online

EGHADS!

I just saw now that I haven't posted since I left the UK.

I plead no interwebz access!!!
Until now.

So a quick recap since July.

Had to come back to SA since my visa expired.
Currently sleeping on my mom's Couch of Doom!
Am now saving up to go back as a student - wish me luck!

Got a permanent job and as of today, am proud owner of a little Opel Corsa Lite!

Will be updating more often from now on.

Chain and ball...

Dear Mr Brown,

Fuck you and your beauracratic, immigrant red tape in the ear.

Insano

Universally Screwed

Dear Universe,

Firstly, than you for letting me exist. I like existing. Being cognisent of my existance and being able to enjoy the simple things you provide in the hours I spend in your company.
Like chocolate, Haagen Das, good lager (Peroni and Red Stripe come to mind), music, sunshine, thunderstorms and of course, family.

I do, however, have a small complaint to lodge with you. While I enjoy the simpler things you provide, I am, afterall, human and bein that, have dreams and aspirations and even, on a good day, hope and optimism.

So, then, why, I have to ask, do you instill those things in me and then make it hard as fuck to reach them?
It's like putting a huge 70% off sale sign in the window, only to find that none of the shoes fit and all the clothes are pink. Not fucking fair, is it?

I've been really good, sending out positive karma into your world and what do I get in return?
Sucky ass jobs that pay nothing, continuous let downs and disappointment.

In truth Universe, you have decidely pissed me off. I've been working so fucking hard and all I keep getting is a big Fuck You in return.

This can't continue. Is your ultimate plan for me to end up spending a year on my mom's couch getting grossly fat, marrying some loser and popping out five kids then dying of a anti-depressant overdose? I mean, really. I have a sense of humour, but that just isn't funny. Like Rob Schieder movies - not funny at all.

So here's my offer to you, ruler of destinies and lives. In exchange for givin me a fucking well deserved break, I will never, ever bitch when I have to deal with stupid people. In fact, I will love everyone in the world and never think ill of anyone, no matter how much of a moron they truly are.
I will also sell you the soul of my first born. You can have my cat's soul too.

Eagerly awaiting your reply, in the form of something good finally happening.

Thank you,

Insano.