A Major hurricane is a bout to swamp New Orleans, devastating everything in its path. The pictures look like something out of deep impact, as people flee the cities from the impending flooding.




As mark says, its infinitely reassuring to know that this disaster isnt cause by global warming, which we all know (Because our Commander in Chief told us so) Isnt a reality, but a fantasy .

If its such a fantasy, why doesn't Bush go to Stay in new orleans for a bit then? I've never seen a denial of reality so strong and worrying.

"Before we met, my world was a much smaller place.I kept to myself.I didn't need anyone else, and I took pride in that.The truth is, i was ashamed of who I was.Afraid that is people saw how I truly was, they would recoil from me".

I hate my dreams. Like Marks, they don't make any sense.

SAO, I'm at my grandmothers old house (she's now dead, and sold the house 20 years ago), in the upstairs bedroom, with Mark. Downstairs, on the drvieway is someone I don't know very well, and their family. An asian guy, his wife, and their kids. Parked on the driveway, is mark's now departed mini.Whilst me and mark are talking, one of their kids gets into the mini, and starts driving it back and forth, whilst the neighbour looks on.The father has done, nothing.

Its common sense that a 5 year old driving a mini next to a busy road and bus route is a bad idea. So I rush downstairs, and open the door to the car, and I tell him to get out of the car. he doesn't, and continue driving back and forth. The kid nudges the accelerator, and the car goesinto next door's hedge, demolishing it completely. (With me half out of the car, I have no damage at all surprisingly.)

"Get out of the FUCKING car!" I shout at the kid. he stops, and gets out.

The day comes towards me all fists blazing. "You do not use that language in front of my child! You do not say the word FUCK! in front of my child!" he says as he pummels me; which is odd because he's just said it himself, and presumably swearing in front of a child is worse behaviour than neglecting to look over them, let them drive cars and endanger lives and then letting them watch you attack someone else). its at this point I wake up.

I told yer - dreams = bullshit, man.

In the meantime, try the pornstar or popstar test. I scored 80%. And I love this little gif, so say hello to milkboy!

As you've probably guessed, Im having a particularly bleak time at the moment. it'll pass Im sure, but there doesn't appear to be any end to as and when. There's no light at the end of the tunnel, so it seems. So forgive my miserablism, but one day It'll all be sorted I'm sure.

I just don't know when.

I feel like I've had too much. Like everything is climbing on top of me. Ready to smash me into the fucking ground for daring to want to do anything with my life.

its all a matter of incremements. Little steps. Piece by piece. But I don't have £700 for rent and a months deposit, i don't have anywhere to live, I have an embittered ex-wife hellbent on a campaign of vengeance, an eviciton notice from where I am currently staying, and I also have a letter from the council saying I am non-priority, non-vulnerable. if they saw the medical report swhich classify me ats at risk, they still dont change their mind.

i feel like Im spiralling, and coasting. Coasting, because Im not getting anwhere, no matter how hard I try. Spiralling because everything keeps on getting worse and worse. All I want is a roof over my head, a place of my own,and to get on with my fucking life. What I have instead is a friends sofa, and no help at all from anyone who can realisitcally help - its all 12-18 months waiting lists for a place. I dont even have 12-18 days. I just am smack out of options and don't know what to do.

I can't just carry on this way. i feel like someone wants me gone.

its still all coming to a head. I dont have anywhere to go, no one to turn to, nowhere to stay, and someone bent on destroying my life. Well, they already have destoryed my life. the past 15 months feel like nothing but months I've been in statuis, limbo, going nowhere. i don't want to be that way anymore. i want to live. I want to get my life back together. I want to get back to work. i want to be something other than just what I am right now.

Anywhere. I don't care.

I've had too much of this. Too much of this systematic campaign (so it seems from my ex) to punish me and hurt me. i'm through with hurting. im through with all that, Some days I just want to go to sleep, and not wake up.

God help me.

Britpop Died 8 years ago. And we still can't get Oasis off the bloody TV.

I owe you all some serious amount of bloggage. IU will return. I've been having a rough time as of late, and its all coming to a head. I'm still hanging in there though.

As found at a london tube station. allegedly.

Apologies for the quietness. I've had some other things in the real world to deal with, and I've a very busy couple of days ahead of me. i'll check in when there are done.

I the meantime, I'll leave you with Robocat!

Swiss Toni discovers a new meaning of the word pain on Planet Houston, when SuperBoy ATTACKS.After all, he's the brains behind the operation all three of us know he is the evil genius of the family plotting to take over the world with his cuteness. We're just hapless minions in his pinky and the brain style escapades....



KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!

As always, Graham Brings you the news.....

Yesterday was a very special day.In fact, Im sill recovering, and had a nice talk with the toilet at some point. Well, It was a wedding.

Here's some pictures.


Son of mark, dad of mark and graham, brother of mark, mark himself, and wife of Mark.
3 Generations of Reed Family in one shot. Kingston Registry office, 12.45pm, yesterday


Cake. Yellow Bentines Not pictured.


cutting cake


Cutting rug. Blurry cam edition special.


Eating cake. Still no yellow bentines.


The hug.

Him:"Wait a sec... What's the date today?"
Her:"August 4th.. Why?"
Him:"oh FUCK.. WE'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!"
Her:"We can't be.. I'm having my root canal in the morning and I said I'd meet Sandra for lunch"
Him:"IT'S TOMORROW!"
Her:"Oh ffs.. I'll get me sister in for bridesmaid.. Who's your best man? hurry up and decide while I text the guest list"
Him:"Um. Well... Um... I DON'T KNOW ANYONE IN LONDON!!!!"
Her:"Isn't Graham in London this week?"
Him:"Oh he'll do. OMG WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?????"

No, it's not a flashmob wedding. Its' Mark and Ellens Wedding, abd I'm in London and the wedding tomorrow. I don't think above was exactly how it happened, but I was told just an hour ago I've been given the responsibilities of being the best man (which means I hang onto the ring for a little while) . And I havent got a damn thing prepared for the speech. Eeek. and I'm Spinning the wheels of steel for the reception. I promise not to ply ANYthing by Slayer. Except if you really really ask. I do do requests.

It's gonna be a beautiful day, I'm sure of it. I'll make sure he turns up on time and does what he has to do, and it'll all be cucumber cool.

I'll check in in a couple of days. Busy Busy Busy, I tell you.