Thy Flesh Consumed

M’kay, so I was wrong - Amy and Steven got back together, like, a week after they split up. The pair of bloody idiots…

Anyway, more about me. Jess and I split up, which sucks, but right now I think it was the best thing to do. Both of us need other things that neither of us can get from a relationship in which both parties live on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll work out in the end… Time will tell.

In other news: I hate my fucking job. My boss is being an utter assbag and every day I get a little closer to having the talk of men with him. Specifically, angry men… If I don’t give him a dry slap, someone else will. Only difference is, I don’t care about losing my job right now.

I’ve had a birthday, which I neglected to mention before. Yes, I’m now 24. Am I any wiser? No, not really. I’m just more disenchanted with life, I think. Things are annoying me rather more than they should. I hate that.

I found a wonderful new webcomic last night, called The Scary Go Round, and it had me entranced for hours. Fun stuff. I also stumbled across a completely random online journal of a remarkably interesting woman named Rachel Rutherford. I have no idea who she is, but she writes beautifully. I’ll be keeping an eye on that one…

I have started playing EVE Online again. That game is so addictive it’s infuriating. Not that I’m complaining, you understand - it serves as a welcome distraction. I’ve also managed to drag a few of my fellow OTFers into the fray, which is amusing. They have two weeks in which to sample all the goodness of the EVE universe before deciding whether or not to stay on and pay the monthly subscription. I certainly hope so, it’d be nice to have a little company while floating around in the vacuuous nothing that is deep space.

Evil Badnasty is still up and running, for those of you interested. Do stop by, it’s nice to see some new, and indeed old, faces coming through.

Well, I think that’s about it for another few days. I’ll try to make my updates a little more regularly now I’ve got something vaguely resembling a grip on my life and emotions, but I wouldn’t hold my breath, if I were you…

Adios, mi amigos.