Lindsey
Wow. Seriously… wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve done a text post.
A lot has happened between then and now, including the keyboard on my pooter deciding that life wasn’t worth living and killing itself. My spare keyboard is currently on holiday with another computer, and hence, for the moment, I am keyboardless when at home and hence, the text posts on my blog have suffered. Also, I havn’t really had anything to complain about that wouldn’t have been horrifically self indulgent… and I don’t do writing about shit like that… cos I’m not a cunt.
Actually… to prove my lack of cuntyness… I joined a charity the other day. It was a completely selfless act… except I only did it because I was having a bad day, and the girl was nice, and it started raining and she had an umbrella, and she told me I wouldn’t have to give her any money until april, which I figured would give me plenty of time to cancel the direct debits…
So yeah. Check out me and my selflessness.
ANYWAY. I just spoke to some lady on the phone called Lindsey. Now theres a funny thing about the name Lindsey… I’ve never met a Lindsey who doesn’t sound like the happiest person to be alive. To the extent that I think Lindsey should possibly FUCK OFF. No-one should be that happy. Ever. Especially when it makes your voice that high pitched I can’t understand you and am forced to ask you repeat yourself several times (I’ll admit I did it the last time for the fun of it.) But yeah, if you’re going to be high on drugs all the time Lindsey… you could at least share them. Selfish bitch.