December 6th, 2005

(I've tried patience)

Ah, half-past five in the morning, we meet again.

It must be December. Among other things that happen to me this time of year : I suddenly become tolerant of small screaming children on buses, because I start thinking about how happy they'll be at Christmas (idealist, I know); I cry at Greg Lake's 'I Believe In Father Christmas'; I look out for things like Kylie Minogue singing 'Santa Baby', which I picked up yesterday (I don't think I've ever heard anything as turns-you-inside-out twee in my life. I love it.); 'Personent Hodie' goes on loop in my head and I don't mind; that sort of thing. I don't really mind waking up this early, either, I just have to remember that I can't stay up until egads o'clock.
Other things that apparently happen to me this time of year : I get spam featuring pictures of snowmen having sex. Well, I suppose life's not much fun for them otherwise.

Morning, anyway. Hmm. Need a Christmas icon. Maybe I'll paint an unconvincing Santa hat on Robert.
Edit : Or maybe not.

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(I've tried patience)

And, um. Argh. I hate this.

It's not so bad right now, but during college-time, I'd come home and look at LiveJournal and I'd just give up after a page of entries because my Flist is SO HUGE. So, uh. Flist cull. I'm sorry.

I mean, I could post a long explanatory 'It's not you, it's me' thing here, but it wouldn't make anyone feel any better, so. Besides, I think I'm mostly clearing people whose journals I read but who don't read mine, and besides besides, I hardly ever Flock anything, you know that.

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