[this journal is friends only so leave a comment and i will happily add you]



well, my god, broadband seems hell-bent on ruining my life, for she will not let me do anything else. I knew instantly that live journal was a bad idea, but allowed myself to be corrupted in small doses, first with the odd journal entry, and then with the occasional glance at friends posts, and i am holding depechemaid fully responsible for my fall from grace.

and where is the activity on the ezboard, i hear you ask.... well again, i seem to have no problem in posting there, and damning any real social interaction i could have, so therefore it must be the other members and their preoccupation with lj [and graeme - i have posted on numerous occasions on your board and my own to no avail, where in gods name are you?]

and sorry [again with my loins] i must ask...where are all the witty, charming gentlemen?..... for there aren't any in bangor. not one.
it seems that i have to settle for willy-woo [currently making a horrendous racket with the sole objective of having me fetch him some food] and the drunken brutes wailing outside [you know, the overweight, balding, tracksuit-sporting types?]

well i am off to bed to content myself with 'loving mr. tumnus' [pink-and-perky-phil's novel]

any handsome young chaps- please feel free to make yourselves known