It's Friday, it's the first day of the year, and Paul's drawn you a couple of FLUFFFREAKANGELS to take the edge off any headache you may have given yourself last night.
That's TwentyTen started, then. Warren beat me to the thread for the whole new year, but you know I only ever check to make sure you've survived the week. And with a fair bit of drinking, some leftover family, and quite a bit of travel this week, it's more of a question than usual: Did everyone make it through all right?
Yup, made it through and with the exception of the Cough That Will Not Die - I've taken to telling people that I'm dying of consumption as I hack up a lung - I am pretty damn good. Hope your 2010 is fantastic, Ariana.
Sun will be up soon so I should lay down. Tired. head stopped hurting. Just in time for the panic attack. I want to keep staying up. I'm like tiny kid, as long as I can find entertainment, something to bring *in* I don't want to shut down. Not in any condition to put things out, though a writing bout would be very welcome.
It seems that I can either be miserable, depressed and nearly suicidal or I can feel kind of ok, sad at things that don't go well, happy for random crap and besieged by panic attacks.
And I have to accept whichever is prevalent when I go to bed. It's just me in the dark, all the monsters are in my head. If only turning the calendar page and going into the future didn't mean I had to bring myself along.
You know, Ariana, Warren, everyone else, thank goodness you're around. Whitechapel is one of the few places I can go for two-way human interaction that (mostly) doesn't hurt. The people are inspiring, thoughts & ideas are a terrific rush. And I don't feel the need to sweat what I have to say for myself.
If nothing else I'm looking forward to another year of madness and awesome here. Thanks to all of you.
I am alive and it's been thunderstorms all night for a second night in a row. It is AWESOME.
I spent some time trying to explain this place to people at one point. Came down to "It's a nice, creative, safe space on the net". Except that was said in long rambly slightly inebriated person language
Aye, made it through and back and through again like a needle through the very fabric of space-time ... fed by an insatiable eagerness for more of the Freakangels! Happy new year all angels and freaks.
Stayed sober last night. Hacking cough prevents drinking. Agh, have just eaten about 40 wasabi peas without noticing the mould that was on them, probably some fatal hallucinogenic fungus, may see if rum sterilizes it before I start foaming. But screw it, hello 2010, happy new year everyone.
Aw, Hell. I woke up this "morning" with a nasty sore throat. Hope I don't start off the New Year with the 'flu - I would a be sad little monkey. But all things considered, I could be a hell of a lot worse. Not much drinking last night, just good people and a few laughs. Happy New Year, Whitechapel. Things are going to get better, I promise. Happy New Year Warren, Paul and Ariana. Thank you.
I'm having a time out until I can learn some manners.
The London fireworks display, four pints of cheap nasty Fosters in a pub in Covent Garden, and a naughty little pee in a phone booth on Earl's Court high street. My friend drank so much she passed out on her bed and missed her train back to France today. Happy New Year. London was like a meatmarket last night. Like a fucking abattoir. There were so many tourists with shitty English that they didn't even have an inkling when we played 'swear at the badly dressed fat twat in a red coat with silly little plasic glasses full of sparkling white wine and ruminate on stabbing them in the face' game. I'm already missing my French 'very close friend', but neither of us want a LDR. Did I mention Happy New Year. And what about a Jack, Luke and Mark sexy pose for the ladies. I'm just pointing out that there are a lot of girls on Whitechapel, probably a majority and I bet they'd appreciate three sexy men wearing trendy boxers with their bits almost dangling out. No? Happy New Year!
Survived X-mas. Survived brother-in-law-elect's wedding. Survived relatives crashing at my place. Survived making my first pot roast to feed aforementioned relatives. Survived NYE. Where there is life, there is hope, I guess....
I had new years day off it was lovely I got to sleep in, I hate getting up at 5am for my job. I watched Dick Clark the night before I got to hand it to that guy he has been doing the New Year's Rockin' Eve for 30+ years and a stroke can't even stop the guy. I wish I could be half the man he is, anyhow I made a resolution to go back to school this year so I can get a better job. Happy 2010 to you all.