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Androgynous Biscuit
21 August 2005 @ 10:01 pm
Oh, man...I *so* did not realise just how frigging exhausting it is moving into a new flat...gods and angels...I'm so knackered....I can barely move..though I guess making dinner for eight helped a bit. Hehe. That went well, by the way, even though we don't actually have a table or chairs so we had to eat on the floor like a picnic. We now have a TV that Da bought for us, bless him. It's pretty. Not big, but it'll do.

I got the job at Rockaboom...wages are good too, considering it's privately owned and not a chainstore. Fucking great selection, though. I am allowed one free CD a fortnight in addition to the cash, too. :) I just got another Arch Enemy CD, Wages of Sin. Pretty cool, plus the guitar parts are AMAZING, seriously. (Speaking of, Bitch is adapting well to her new surroundings. ^^)

Anyway. Er. My brain has died. I'm serious here, I'm that knacked.

x
 
 
i feel: exhaustedexhausted
i hear: Arch Enemy - Ravenous
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
20 August 2005 @ 06:12 pm
Sooo....we (enlisting the help and budget of our lovely and ever-so-generous respective mothers...thankyou Anna and Ma, love you both <3) have bought the following:

- One fridge (state of the art, very sexy chrome affair with lots of storage room for the crap we are likely to eat) that we managed to persuade the store to deliver for us as we were 'only up the road', as Ma put it (read: up three roads, down a crowded lane and down another two roads) straightaway. It now resides in our nice ickle kitchen.

- Some food (to put in the aforementioned fridge, for the purpose not of feeding us but of making the fridge look good ^^...well not really) including: beer (yay! Guiness! says Kill...he thinks he's more Irish than me just because he drinks Guiness and I favour Heineken *Light*), sausages, home-distilled poitin my Grandma made and sent over (because my ma insisted we had it - typical béan she is, eh), some loooovely looking cake, a couple pizzas, some oven chips, some crisps, sandwiches, salad, etc, etc. Also (YES I LOVE YOU ASIASTORE) some noodle, some Chinese food and Indian chicken. AND, some lovely other things....I am considering doing a little housewarming party tomorrow (inspired by prettyinvelvet, thanks kitten ^^) for the Mother-Things, the Father-Things, and the Sibling-Things. (I know Kill and I are not married *coughcough*yet*cough* but Darie and Mitch are still my figurative sister- and brother-in-law ^^ cause I love 'em both. ^__^)
As you must know by now I kick ASS at cooking. There are two things I am not modest about - my skills in the kitchen, and my skills in the bedroom. :p So I was going to make my specialty - Irish-style red potato mash, avec cabbage and some rather less-Irish lemon chicken. I OWN AT THIS.

Okay, later, off to organise this. Also placate Kill as he is angsting over the lack of loo roll. Bugger, I thought we had everything as well....;)
 
 
i feel: busybusy
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
20 August 2005 @ 02:53 pm
I am now officially one of the proud new owners of a beautiful two-bedroom Nottingham flat. This will be a quick entry as there's still some stuff to sort out, and we're going shopping in a bit as we have....

- no food

- no bedclothes/pillows

- no TV (!!!!)

- no fridge (except for the little mini-fridge I had in my room for drinks etc)

....and a really manky old sofa that we want to replace a.s.a.p. ^^ But everything else can wait, really. We've got everything else moved in. The new bed is lovely (I love you Ikea ^______^), I wanted queen-size for the ironic value but we got king-size as we're both big lads and I tend to sprawl out a bit...it's like this really gorgeous iron-railings type thing with curly bits and swirly bits everywhere, very Burtonesque and modern-gothic ;) (and very sexified of course, but what more did you expect from us?)
Anyway. Also, everything in here is pretty, we got an old oven included, which will do for now but I'll replace it as soon as I get the money (going to Rockaboom tomorrow if I have the time...I spoke to the owner Chris on the phone and he told me they were looking for someone to work there part time...although I'll be closer to full-time, as I have three and a half free days a week roughly, so he said that's cool but he needs to have a chat with me first) which should be fairly good. Kill is going to look for a part-time job too. At the moment we're alright because I have (unhappily) a student loan, but this was necessary, for entry fees and suchlike....

Frankly I wish the Lib Dems had won, because then they would have abolished tuition fees. Which would be AWESOME. But, nooo, Blair and Labour won again, the mucky bastards. And the vast majority of university students have to take out student loans with extortionate interest rates and crap like that. Did you know it's estimated that students spend up to half their lives paying back student loans? Bollocks to that. >:O But still, I couldn't have paid the entrance fee and course tuition if I hadn't took out that bastard loan. :( Ah well. Cross that (rather expensive) bridge when I come to it. Anyway, currently if I get this job, which I think I pretty much have as Chris said there were no other applicants and he knows me fairly well already, we will have enough to pay monthly rent and afford not to starve also. ;) But once we have all the stuff we have to buy and sort the place out, it'll be smooth runnings fromt here.

Okay, so much for a short entry. Eep, Kill is yelling at me to get a move on before the shops shut. ;) Hehe.

Bye all!

xx
 
 
i feel: ecstaticecstatic
i hear: the sound of kill and myself singing, sadly, 'Our House' XD
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
19 August 2005 @ 09:21 am
So we move into our flat today. :D Busy busy busy. Kill is coming round in a bit to help me shift my stuff, and we're loading it into my Uncle Alex's van, then we're off to collect Kill's stuff. Then we get into the flat and start moving ourselves in.

Goddamn, I'm so excited. :D
 
 
i feel: excitedexcited
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
17 August 2005 @ 08:00 pm
o__o  
So, apparently a guy that I knew a couple of years ago (Dave T., I'm sure some will remember him and his crazy-ass hair :p), who went missing summer of '03, I think it was and hasn't been seen since, turned up on his sister's doorstep night before last. How fucking...weird is that? His cousin Liz, who's a mate, called me up and told me. I kinda didn't believe it for a second, thought she was playing a really weird and cruel prank or I was dreaming or some shit. Cause everyone seriously thought this guy was dead. I don't think his family ever did, though. I don't think they ever stopped hoping he'd come home. And hey, look. He did.

How fucking weird. I'd like to go see him, ask him where the fuck he's been, but I don't know whether I should. I mean, two years is a long time. We were hardly best mates or anything, just hung around in roughly the same places with the same people, but he was still a nice guy, and we got on well. Weird. Fucking weird. I might call him, I dunno. Fucking surreal, though. So surreal. The police were looking for him and everything. But I think the search kind of tailed off after the first six months or so. The ads never came out of the paper though, must have cost his family a fortune to keep it in week after week...

Holy shit. *whistles* I mean, when Liz first called me, and said, "Do you remember when Dave went missing?", she was all tearful and sniffly-sounding and I was convinced she was about to tell me they' found him, you know, dead or something. When she said "Well, he's back. He turned up on Marie's (his sister's) doorstep Monday night," that was when I started thinking it was some weird dream.

I mean, crazy. You disappear for two fucking years, and then you come back...what must that be like? I mean, to find out that everyone else has carried on living without you, that things have changed and shifted so that there's not a you-shaped space that you fit into anymore...routines and plans and the way things work would have changed. Wouldn't it be so weird and alien, to come back to people and places you know so well and find out that they've turned into different people in your absence? I wonder if he had a girlfriend, and, if he did, did she move on, or what? ....fuck.

Yeah, now I feel really spacey and weird and sort of sad. What a fucking weird thing to have happened. I mean, it's great news, I'm glad he's alive. I'm a bit shellshocked, but that's nothing compared to what his family must feel.

Holy shit.
 
 
i feel: pensivewhoa.
 
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
15 August 2005 @ 12:48 pm
Good morning. Er, afternoon, should that be. I literally just woke up and my feet are freezing. Kill, would you believe, continues to sleep (even over my very noisy typing).

Anyway. Not sure what we're doing today. Might meet up with Dames, Lily, Sy and Reg. Also Phish if he wants to come and isn't too high. ^^

We move into the new flat on Friday. :D Very excited. It is very sad that a twenty-year-old still lives with his parents and fourteen-year-old sister, right? (Speaking of, Jools is fifteen in two days, wish her a happy birthday ^^) But anyway. I'm all growed-up now. Uni, new flat, and possible new job. I am going to go into Rockaboom (the record shop) and ask for a job sometime this week or next. Probably after that, actually, becausenext week's going to be really quite hectic. Hehe.

Ooooh, my stomach talks. It says, "Hello, Joe, I have not eaten for nearly 12 hours and I am hungry. Feeeeeeed meh. FEEED MEH NOW!"

*patpat*
 
 
i feel: hyperHUNGEH!!
i hear: sound of kill mumbling....music to my ears ^^ *cheeesy joe*
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
13 August 2005 @ 09:54 pm
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
 
 
i feel: sadsaddened
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
Hellooooooooooo, Joe's journal.

This is Kill.

Joe is asleep for disclosed reasons *cough*heatetoomuchandfoodmakeshimsleepy*cough* so I have sneaked upstairs, leaving him lolling on the sofa. He's drooling, how delightful. :D <3 He doesn't know I know his password, but I doooo, hehehehe. anywayses...I just thought I'd be evil and leave a message saying hello. For no apparent reason other than I am a malevolent scheming bitch ...mischievous. Yeaaaah.

So here goes.

To Joe,
I am on your LiveJournal and I am leaving you an anonymous message just to say I love you. Plus you look funny when you sleep. ^^
Mucho luvvo from K-I mean, Anonymous (DAMMIT!)


*cough* ahem.

i go now to wake the gentle giant from his slumber. ^^

goodbyeeeee

.kill.
 
 
i feel: mwahaha
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
13 August 2005 @ 11:38 am
I hate all computers. >:( (Why are you doing Programming then, Joe?) Because I'm a moron. (Yes. Yes you are.) Shut up, bitchface. >_<

*cough*

Anyway. Very bored. Kill is coming over about 12.30 to stay over but until then I have fuck-all to do except this bollocking Programming exercise, which is retarded because my PC sucks and will keep on freezing. BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD ARGH. *anger and fury*

Didn't get any sleep last night, either, thanks to next door and their little bastard of a yappy dog. I hate that little fucker. One day I will kick it through a wall.

Oooh, I know. Everyone's out tonight, so me and Kill can have some fun with my neighbours. I will put on some Happy Little Box at top volume and proceed to trampoline loudly and gigglingly on my bed and kick the wall behind the headboard so it sounds like we're shagging. >:D Yeah, we'll probably get arrested for noise pollution and deliberate breach of peace, but who gives a shit. It's payback time. *evil*
 
 
i feel: aggravatedaggravated
i hear: HLB - Hanged (From The Ceiling Beam Of Your Worst Enemy)
 
 
Androgynous Biscuit
11 August 2005 @ 08:44 pm
LAYER ONE: On The Outside
- Name: Joseph Marius Donnell.
- Nickname: Joe, Joey, Jay, J.D.
- Birth date: 20/07/85
- Birthplace: Camdonagh, Ireland.
- Current Location: Notts, England.
- Eye Color: Green.
- Hair Color: Currently ELECTRIC BLUE. Yes, I dyed it...finally....:D
- Height: No idea...tall, about 6"3 maybe?
- Righty or Lefty: Both, but usally left.
- Zodiac Sign: Cancer.

LAYER TWO: On The Inside
- Your heritage: Full-blooded Irish (but my dad is from Northern Ireland whilst my mother is FULL REPUBLIC, bwaha)
- Who you look like: Er, mostly my dad I think, but I have my mum's natural hair colour (strawberry blonde beneath the blue. Well, red, really.)
- Your weakness: Chocolate, Kill, all foodstuffs, video games, Kill, my own secret inner nerd, did I mention Kill...?
- Your fears: Being alone. The dark (or what might be in it). Losing control of myself.
- Your perfect pizza: Rosemary and feta cheese. Yes, POSH PIZZA!
- Goal you'd like to achieve: Get my degrees. Be happy. Enjoy life.

LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
- Your most overused phrase on messenger: OMGWTF!!!1
- Your thoughts first waking up: "Kill!!"
- Your best physical feature: Erm, probably my eyes or hair.
- Your bedtime: Whenever I get tired.
- Your most missed memory: Doing anything with Kabie.

LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi.
- McDonald's or Burger King: Neither! Gack! Horrible tacky plastic food! *outrage*
- Single or group dates: Single.
- Adidas or Nike: Again, neither.
- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate alllll the way, baby.

LAYER FIVE: Do You?
- Smoke: Fuck no. Ew.
- Cuss: Fuck YES. ^^
- Have a crush: Durrr.
- Think you've been in love: I *know* I've been in love, sista. ^^
- Like high school: I did. Sorta. *grin*
- Want to get married: Guess what...I'm getting handfasted and civil-unioned on Beltane next year. :)
- Believe in yourself: I dunno. Sometimes.
- Get motion sickness: No.
- Think you're attractive: I don't really know or care.
- Think you're a health freak: Fuck no! Haha.
- Get along with your parents: Yeah.
- Like thunderstorms: I love 'em! There's one right now as a matter of fact. :)
- Play an instrument: Yeah - guitar, bass, drums, accordion.

LAYER SIX: In the past month...
- Drank alcohol: In moderation.
- Smoked: No.
- Done a drug: No.
- Gone to the mall: Shopping centre, yes.
- Cried: A little.
- Been on stage: No.
- Gone skating: Yeah! Aaah, I remember the days of yore, when I used to skate every day....memories, indeed.
- Gone skinny dipping: Yes. ^^
- Dyed your hair: No, it's naturally bright blue. *sarcasm*
- Stolen anything: Yep. *shame* Quite a lot of things, in fact.

LAYER SEVEN: Ever..
- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Er...do I have to answer that? (Yes. Strip poker. ^^)
- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yeah. But not for years. I hate being drunk.
- Been caught "doing something": Yes indeed. *cough*
- Been called a tease: Yep. ^^
- Gotten beaten up: Yes.
- Shoplifted: Yes.

LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
- Age you hope to be married: Hehe. 20.
- Numbers and Names of Children: Er, no idea. But I like the names Sean, Meghann, Analaigh (keepin' it Irish, baby!) and also Katherine, after Kabie.
- Describe your dream wedding: Beautiful, simple, elegant.
- How do you want to die: In my sleep at a ripe old age. Yeah, boring, I know. :)
- What do you want to be when you grow up: Haha. I'll never grow up. But, I want to design software and games. I'll look into it once I've done my programming degree.
- What country would you most like to visit: Japan, I think. America also, but I've been once already. I'd still like to go back though.

LAYER NINE: In a partner

- Best eye color: bwooooo.
- Short or long hair: mid-length.
- Height: Shorter than me. About 2" shorter. :)
- weight: A little lighter than my *cough* lardy self. (Haha...just kidding, I'm a skinny bastard.)
- Best articles of clothing: Birthday suit. ^^

LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
- Number of people I could trust with my life: 4.
- Number of CDs that I own: About 95.
- Number of piercings: Eight.
- Number of tattoos: 1 so far
- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: No idea.
- Number of things in my past that I regret: A lot. My memory fails me, though, I have no idea exactly how many.