Make a smashing meal for one...

[denny]

I just dropped a glass bowl in the frontroom, on the way to wash it up to make myself some pasta. I suppose this is at least better than having dropped it on the way back from the kitchen, full of tuna-mayo and pasta. Anyway, the downstairs of the house will be covered (again) in those little glass splinters that are too small to sweep up and yet fully long enough to draw blood. I'll have to remember to be abnormally careful this time though, as the usual reaction to standing on one is to jump and put all your weight onto the other foot while you sort out the sudden painful area, and that would be an incredibly bad thing for me to do just now.

While I was tidying up the more co-operative bits of glass, I got about halfway through mentally composing three LJ rants on the subjects of life on crutches, glass splinters, and other people cleaning your house for you... then I realised that I was composing LJ rants in my head because I was annoyed, and stopped. But I still came up here to post about dropping my bowl before I actually finished cooking my dinner. Internet addiction, one - Denny having a life, nil.

I do often feel as if events in my life haven't actually happened until I LJ them, which is probably symptomatic of something... possibly the fact that I should spend more time thinking about girls and less about computers. Anyway, I'm going to go and make my pasta now, once I find something else to put it in (I only had one bowl that big).

...no, the bit about other people cleaning was too good, I'll have to try and get some of it down now.

So what is it with that? I mean, they put everything away in the weirdest places, and I don't know about you, but I find that a lot more disruptive than having the house a bit messy. It's not that I have anything against the house being clean mind you... on the other hand, I don't care if it's not either. I don't think I actually notice my house often enough to care what state it's in... I just clean whatever bit I'm trying to put things down on / eat off of / sleep in at the time. If they could tidy up the Internet for me that would help a lot more, although they'd probably hide all the bits I like and leave the crap in full view... a bit like MSN or AOL really.

Anyway, if you tell people you'd rather they didn't clean up for you, they look at you like you've got some sort of serious emotional problem that makes you long to live in squalor. I'm sure they'd object if I tidied their house, and hid away all the shit that I wouldn't use very often. The only exception to my general other-people-tidying objection is people doing the washing up of course, which is such a loathsomely tedious activity that anyone who does it for you is automatically promoted to demi-god status. It can get tricky if they dry up and put things away in the cupboards, although most people do alright by noticing what's in there to start with. Except my dad, who puts things where they would be if it was his kitchen, on the grounds that his system is of course the only logical one and so surely I'll figure it out when I next need the item of crockery he's just secreted in the cupboard I use for cereal boxes, or some such.

Maybe I should look in the cereal cupboard for a pasta bowl.

*wanders off muttering to himself*

Comments

[kissycat1000.livejournal.com]

*giggles lots*

[lzz.livejournal.com]

Actually I compose LJ rants in my head all the time, but for some reason only ever about really tedious things. All the LJ edits about interesting things never ever get written because I'm too busy doing them. Happily, most of the boring rants never actually get written either because I'm too busy doing the interesting things...

[deprimido.livejournal.com]

'doing the washing up of course, which is such a loathsomely tedious activity that anyone who does it for you is automatically promoted to demi-god status'

er.. other people have to stop me doing the washing up in their houses, as I enjoy it too much. I also really enjoy tedious filing and, well, anything like that. I'm not sure I really know what fun is.

[trishpiglet.livejournal.com]

Clearing up glass: mop it up with a slice of bread - and then seal the bread in a container in case 'little baby animals try to eat it at the rubbish dump and get ill'

Lj addiction: Have a day or a few days off. The world will not collapse, you will feel relaxed and strangely stress-free, all those who loved you at the beginning of your LJ holiday will love you still at the end of it.

I get the feeling sometimes that I have to 'keep up' and be on LJ every day or the people I care about will forget about me. But LJ isn't real life.

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Ooh - use either masking tape, or wet cotton wool, to pick up all the little bits of glass.

Messy houses, I try not to clean. Squalid houses where the nice clean mess covers a layer of bacterial gunk and nobody but visitors notices the stink, I cannot walk into without cleaning. Yours qualifies as messy, I think.

[dennyd.livejournal.com]

Ooh, top tip! Thanks :)

[azekeil.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you too are getting arsed off (for lack of a better phrase) with effect LJ has on you. However, I thought it was nice to see a post like this from you.. and yes I know that's a bit contrary of me :)

And as far as the stuff in your house goes, it's all psychology. If someone else moves your stuff around then you lose the feeling of control you had over that. Sometimes that sort of thing can be very important.

[(Anonymous)]

I have an unpaid job for you , here at Longlights Towers :)

Geezer

[(Anonymous)]

I remember the last time I came round, you sent me in hunt of a philips screwdriver your dad had put away...you made some derogitary comment at the time about how it could be anywhere, however it was where we susspected, but more a confusion of what the word " tool box " meant to each of us was the problem.
I have been incapacitated, like you, from an unwarranted attack on my freedom to ride a motorcycle, I understand the annoyance simple upsets bring when their simplicity is removed by the mindless actions of another, however, I may not have known you all your life...but I know you are not an angry man, in fact I take solace in your happy disposition, when times are shit for me...it's normally jovial convo's with you that calm me down, when I feel it's time to administer the " word according to "...which invariably keeps me outta jail :) and more in touch with my own reality...you don't have to be able to clean up broken glass to be worth a bucket load to someone else...

Pep talk over..now go clean up the glass...:)

Geezer...

Does THIS help...

[tacohell.livejournal.com]

I have definitely decided that due to your sudden incapacity last time, one of those GotR tickets is yours! I know you're strapped for cash, so if you can't give me the full price, I'll be willing to haggle with you.

Which one would you rather go to, 5th May or 14th May?

**nuggles happily**