An Englishman in New England

An Englishman in New England

Work like no-one's watching, dance like you don't need the money, and hurt like you've never been loved.
 

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Confess, sinner
Things fall apart. The center cannot hold.
Change your perceptions. They're lame.
I have a dream.
I am Jack's imaginary friend
Don't think. Just Grow.
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This man is everything I hope to be, artistically
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[Playing] Oh, holy Halo 2, Xbox
[Reading] War of the Worlds
[Songs of the Moment] Freelove Freeway, Ricky Gervais/David Brent & Noel Gallagher (The Office), Let Me Love You, Mario
[Movie(s) of the Moment] Before Sunset

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Pussy Perspectives
The Laid List
Liquored Up and Lookin' Fer Pussy
Orphan Rampage
The Office and David Carradine
Urkel's Calling
A Wee Turtle's Head
Non-Event Horizon
Taxatives
The Illusion of Time
Born To Run
Bush Humor
Fiendster: The Anti-Friendster
Crusoe and the INS
Peak Oil
Smile for me, Mona
Spin the bullet bachelor party
Spin the bullet part II
Heaven and Home
Heal the world

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Tuesday, March 2

I woke up late for work, left late for work, missed a train, and waited 20 minutes for another one which came and expressed straight past my stop, despite it being completely empty and my stop being crowded with people. I then walked to a different line, missed another train going to the station I was heading for, and hiked through a giant field, discovering halfway through that the melting ice had turned it into a sea of slush, which was rapidly coating the sides of my new shoes, while simultaneously hearing a third train pull into the station I was just waiting at.

Nothing else went wrong after that, until my nostrils came online this morning and confirmed that I had stepped in dog shit. I am now gleefully tracking it around the office, because, quite frankly, if I have to go down, I'm leaving something for them to remember me by.