This week has been literally ridiculous, then this goes and happens.
for people in the UK I'm sure you've seen the Woolwich Machete attack today on the news, which is apparently politically motivated. naturally in true dramatic style it's on Gary's street, you more or less have to walk past to get to his from the town centre and today has been utter carnage and they closed down most of the roads in and out.

It takes literally nothing to cause violence here, two people at the traffic lights on push bikes started throwing punches in the hour afterwards and kids are probably just the worst kind of people. they're queuing up to see who can get the closest look because apparently seeing a beheaded soldier means you're special, just millions of camera phones and gawkers as if the actual news isn't horrific enough.

I realised earlier on the guy who actually killed him was preaching in the centre a few weeks back, I knew I recognized him but didn't know how, and tonight at about nine the English Defence League has rolled in because naturally two singular muslims commit a crime and it's the business of a bunch of fascists to defend us poor white people by of course making everything a million times worse, the stupidest part of it all is the two actual criminals aren't here so who are you fighting? throwing bricks at the police, because them having to turn up at that scene, remove the body of a young man shoot down two others, secure evidence and fill out IPCC paperwork for a reduced wage and pension wasn't enough bullshit to deal with for one day you need to bring your superior intellect to the party.
Apparently we're at war with Islam, as if it's all that black and white, good vs bad.

I can't get over the brutality of it, the sheer utter awfulness to do such a thing to another human being just defies logic. Life is so ridiculously fragile.

Seriously just watched Episode three of this season of Sons Of Anarchy and legitimately Kurt Sutter is the actual worst, the sheer hyped level of emotional upset this programme causes is too intense, I literally fucking bawled at my tv, there is a sense of mourning in my house you don't see when real people die we're all just actually bereft for this fictional champion amongst men.

Opie. you fucking fucker. anyone else but never opie. and yet you go there. we're done sutter, you hurt my fucking feels.



Gah. I can't handle the funeral next week I'm just going to curl up in the foetal position and sob into my sofa cushions till it's over, Seriously I watched an hour long documentary about Dennis Wilson which made me a bit sad then this!? I was not prepared. my heart it hurteth. *mew*

Well this is going well, Black Friday - so far today a court summons and a blood test which requires me to come into the surgery and have a "sit down" with my doctor, apparently it's not something she wants to tell me over the phone, that generally means one of very few things and I've been constantly sick for over a month. Thanks for calling, I truly, truly wish you hadn't bothered.

Edit : I went over to the doctors surgery and cried till someone would see me, apparently I am anaemic which explains why I struggle staying awake no matter how much I sleep and I've got Glandular Fever, despite never actually having the "fever" part, which is unexpected but the relief. o.m.g.

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1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
2. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

I wont tag you as I know a lot of people have already done it but if you would like to do it I'd like to read your answers.

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I just had my first seasonal injury of the year, you know that awful Russian roulette moment with ice where you're thinking "this looks really dangerous, I have three shopping bags, one is full of glass bottles..yeah I'll chance it" that is because usually it is dangerous, and yes you will go west.

Doc Martens can not save you from break dancing on ice and they can't save you from hitting a pit-bull with one of your shopping bags right in the head and taking him with you either, poor dog tried to run away because the bags scared him took a whack and slid along on his side, we just laid there for a moment staring at each other. nature is cruel to everyone.

the supermarkets are bedlam, apparently there is and I quote *michael cole* "a national sellotape shortage!" OMG HOW WILL WE RECOVER FROM THIS CRISIS?. we will staple things or glue them or possibly put them in bags, together we'll get through this.

Merry christmas ladles and jellyspoons, I intend to eat my dinner tomorrow way before dinner time, watch burn notice, get pissed and find out what Gary's hidden in the Amazon box this year, hope you all have a good one.

Somehow, I have no idea I've managed to tear two muscles in my chest - one in between two ribs and one above my breastbone, apparently I am the worlds most aggressive yawner because I have no idea how in gods name that even happened. problem being I have never felt pain like this and we're talking 6 weeks recovery time, on the basis I don't do any more damage so that rules out yawning, stretching and sneezes I can see this going well can't you? it better be healed before we go to see Russell Howard on the 22nd heads will roll. Armies of agile ninjas can't keep me away from Russell Howard, I don't think I've ever waited so hard to go somewhere in my life. it's like disneyland for grown ups.




Basically I'm thinking other than the obvious ouch, the snow this week has kind of saved me - I was meant to be in lewisham and erm..well I didn't go at all any of the days I was meant to be there..but what with all the closures due to the snow I have madddd excuses ready, plus I'M NOT WEEELLLL *bawl*

Peeeeopple - Is dreamwidth any different from livejournal? I get that it's the same premise as such but is it any more active and is it worth paying money to get an account? I kind of want one but I don't know if it's worth the effort I already have all the usual social accounts and update practically none of them I've even stopped paying for my account on here because I don't update enough and its not justifiable to keep paying so I can have lots of icon slots.

I bought a bottle of southern comfort when I hobbled to the supermarket earlier, it's absolutely glorious I've drunk half and you could fry an egg on my face now - I'm going to go and watch some tossbag get thrown off the apprentice because that's all Wednesday is good for.

Random question.
do these icons look too sharp?


not like for your taste too sharp, but just wayyy over? I'm using Opera and they look nicer than in Safari but on my Imac I can't tell, no doubt half of everything in flickr wildly varies because of my screen.

I really miss iconing, and I'm going to do the biggest Kennedy icon post I can manage as soon as possible but i'll be heartbroken if I make 100 icons and they're all sharpened to shit, I've spent over 5 hours sourcing tumblr for photos so I'd be quite gutted. it's slightly infuriating thinking about icons but having no idea how to make them without psp and animation shop. gah, smited.

I keep meaning to update about my incredibly eventful life, but to be honest I just open a page then never go back to it. plus I'm coasting I've done pretty much nothing since god knows when, the occasional bit of DIY, Hospital visits, shopping regular shit, other than one incredibly scary thing everything else is fine, like just normal.

All I know is I fucked up my foot in April, I've been in serious trouble since it wont budge, I saw my doctor this morning and he gave me the best painkillers I've ever ever used in my life.

I'm listening to Editors and Rock AM and it feels like I'm floating in a sack of warm water, all jelly limbs and my ears are really hot this album sounds awesome, which is cracking because I fucking hate editors last album. Oddly the urge to dance is strong, I'm scared I'll break my leg. I can see the 3 times a day maximum being a tough regime to stick to. I'm going to end up looking like Matthew Perry.