Summary of Lifestream for peesemould on 30th September 2008.

There were 2 events, which were:

Yesterday
	5:13pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is alive… just.
Today
	5:52am	Posted a video on YouTube.

Summary of Lifestream for peesemould on 29th September 2008.

There were 4 events, which were:

Yesterday
	3:21pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is bored.
	8:15pm	Published a blog post. We’re a major British PLC Recruiting NOW!
	9:28pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is doing nothing, thanks for asking Facebook.
	11:01pm	Posted a video on YouTube.

Do you ever get that thing with the thing where there are those people who think they’re all thingy? No? Me either.

What I mean is, do you ever look at a couple and go; “well she’s very attractive” and then look over at him and say to yourself, “but he’s rather dull looking. Why is SHE with HIM?” After passing the couple you look away and then double back the way you came so you can vent in your head about the ugly man and the beautiful lady. “I think I’m more attractive than him. I mean what does HE have that I don’t? hmm? He’s not got much hair. In fact, I’d say his widow’s peaks are a sure sign of bad genes. He’ll be bald by the time he’s 30…” “She’d like my hair. In fact, I think I might just go and talk to her about my hair.” Feeling the uncontrollable urge to flounder over there and start chatting to the big bloke’s girlfriend about your unnaturally beautiful hair you think, ” Actually, that’s a bad idea. 1) Her boyfriend’s there and he’s quite large. Rotund if we were being polite to him (which we’re not – BASTARD) and I wouldn’t like to get in a fight with him. And secondly, she might think it’s a bit feminine of me to start asking her which version of Herbal Essence she uses. And that wouldn’t do anything for my chances.” You stop, mid way as they turn into a shoe shop and not thinking follow them in to bitch to your ego about how you’re better than a man you’ve never met.

“Rotund. haha. That’s a good word. I bet HE doesn’t even know what that word means. I must be cleverer than him. Yeah, cleverer’s a word. See. You are better than him. I bet he has a horrible personality, especially at his choice in shoes.” This, just as he picks up a nice pair of black, smart shoes. “And from looking at his trousers I don’t think there’s much down there. Well, perhaps a pair of socks.” This as she hugs and him and quite violently squeezes him *down there*. You’ve had enough now and realise that you’re not where you’re supposed to be nor could you afford anything in the shop. What’s more people are looking at you as you thump down pairs of funny coloured trainers, whilst keeping your furrowed face and glowering eyes at the flirty couple. You’ve wasted the time slagging off someone you don’t know all because you fancy their girlfriend. Well, isn’t that superficial. You’re worse than that man. In fact, HE deserves her and YOU deserve nothing. You arsehole. With that you stomp out of the expensive shop selling lime green plimsoles no better off and certainly no nearer to dating that nice lady.

You ever do that? Just sometimes, huh?

Summary of Lifestream for peesemould on 28th September 2008.

There were 4 events, which were:

Yesterday
	4:14pm	Posted a video on YouTube.
	5:08pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan wonders if they’re out of space potatoes on Eireworld.
	9:46pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is gasping.
	11:47pm	Posted a video on YouTube.

Summary of Lifestream for peesemould on 27th September 2008.

There were 5 events, which were:

Yesterday
	3:02pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan wonders if it’s really the weekend.
	7:59pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan hurts to laugh.
	8:24pm	Published a blog post. You’re incredibly limber today!
	9:31pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan has one more friend than the Orange billboard. Score.
	11:24pm	Posted a video on YouTube.

haha – link

Video:

httpv://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ibiyQFgCcYI

To read some limber stories see below!

Love Autumn. Love this weather. Can’t breath, though. That’s not so good.

You know facebook, right? I was talking about it about a week ago how someone added me and I had no idea who they were or why they’d added me. Then someone suggested that they had seen me on “People You May Know” or “People who you probably don’t know but some of your friends do, so why not add them so you can stalk your friends more and then in turn this random’s friends, too!” But I just don’t understand why you’d add anyone you didn’t know. I treat facebook like the lady it is and don’t let any whores I don’t know have a go on her (although, to be fair there are a couple of people from school I don’t really know added on there, but I get to stalk them and poke my nose in their business and bitch to a select few people about them – is that so bad? Jeeze, so Lady fb sometimes gets a tramp in her, but don’t we all sometimes?) so I wouldn’t just add anyone. But what would possess you to think; “I don’t know this person – let’s add him!” It’s just weird. Though, I guess it could be seen as flattering *flutters eyelashes* There are plenty on my list, most of them look like freaks and I’m glad I don’t add them. INTERNET PERVS… ahem.

Went out with Jayne for a quick bite to eat (I was meant to be fixing a computer (it runs on Win98, I mean honestly!) for my paps at work) today, which was really nice. Went to “Wilkinsons” and it was jam packed of dirty freshers and dirty people from Newcastle. There aren’t enough trackie bottoms in the world to make me want to work there. Not that they were offering jobs (I suspect staff kept nicking off with their cheap pick’n'mix and garden accessories), but if they were I wouldn’t apply, despite my desperateness for a job. Oh the joys of frantically checking your email to make sure no one has offered you a job.

Oh! And shitbuyer got back to me today about my processor! They say they’ve found a fault (really? I thought I’d replaced my CPU with a duck, which is why it wasn’t working! I was wondering where all the quacking was coming from. Although – I wouldn’t put it past this company to try and tell me that I’d sent them back a duck…) and they’ll replace it. Fantastisch. In one way, I’d like them to just give me the money and I can upgrade to a triple core, not sure if there’s much point because I wouldn’t be able to use the AM2+ technology with my AM2 board and could only afford the triple and not quad core version. Er, yeah. Or something like that (did that convince you?) Only thing is! They’re out of stock. Or more accurately they don’t stock my model AT ALL any more. But, if you click it they have the exact same one in the retail version, but cos I bought an OEM they will probably have to chase one up for me. Hurry the fuck up! I want my computer back, you shits!

phew. That’s a lot off me chest right there! That is if my chest holds out long enough… Gosh. It tells me that I’ve written 559 words and not even a picture. Well, ok, maybe one then…

ok. So two! I couldn’t choose. Sue me.*

*please don’t sue me.

Summary of Lifestream for peesemould on 26th September 2008.

There were 5 events, which were:

Yesterday
	12:10pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is more tireder than yesterday.
	9:46pm	Posted a video on YouTube.
	9:49pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan – who rang me? My phone’s broked so I can’t tell…
Today
	12:24am	*honk!* Ahoy, this is your captain
	12:36am	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan keeps burping ham. When did I eat ham?

Summary of Lifestream for peesemould on 25th September 2008.

There were 7 events, which were:

Yesterday
	10:56am	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is not enjoying being awake.
	2:33pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is still awake.
	8:08pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan is fidgety.
	8:57pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan likes pirate facebook.
	11:29pm	Posted a video on YouTube.
	11:43pm	You know it’s annoying when…
	11:46pm	Updated status on Facebook. Jonathan – my name? Oh. Doubtfire, dear.

… you think of stuff to write about or causally mention to someone but then you forget. I was thinking this in my very tired state this morning before jetting off (in a car made out of sheep) to my parent’s work and was determined that I’d blog out it. But, I’ve kind of forgotten what I wanted to talk about, but at least I was determined enough to remember a small bit about it..?

So, I shall pop off now, as I really need to sleep before another arduous day of fixing a computer or two, timesheets and eventually lunch then facebooking and checking my emails every two minutes after lunch.

Also, as a quick aside, I hate that people don’t know the difference between BST and GMT… atatat.