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Saturday, May 28, 2005

Somebody must want a Gmail account. I still got loads to give away. This hippy promotion won’t last forever, so get your goddamn skates on, fuckers! Click here, right now!

Like yo.

I’ve been meaning to pop in for the last couple of days, but I haven’t. I’m still rubbish, but at least I’m consistent.

I haven’t actually been feeling that well for the last couple of days. My symptoms are, a still neck, sore shoulders, achy joints, slight sore throat, nausea and a general tiredness. It hasn’t helped that I’ve worked the last couple of nights and slept badly. We’re having a mini-heatwave here in London and that always makes day-sleeping a bit more difficult.

I’m feeling so shitty that I might even go off-sick on Saturday night. As a freelancer, no working means no pay, so I must be feeling bad if I’m ready to give up some money. I’ll decide before I leave in the morning, so they can at least try to cover my shift.

Yawn. Are you still here? So I haven’t bored the bejesus out of you yet. Thank fuck for that.

I really do feel like shit and I’ve still got over 4 hours left before I can flee towards my north London lair. Tickity fucking tock, hippy don’t watch the clock!

I’m covered with scratches, thanks to my brand new, adorable kitten. She’s still great and I’m her new best friend, though that means she is playing a roughly with me. Her latest trick is to take a running leap at my leg, locking on with her claws, and then scurrying up my side. At the end of this, she ends up perched on my shoulder, like a parrot. I’m her living, breathing scratching post.

The kitten continues to torment my other 2 cats, which is more fun to watch than it is for my cats. The kitten is not afraid of them and continues to get braver in her approach. She just wants to make friends with them, but they aren’t having it.

The kitten loves to climb onto my lap and plop down to sleep, she’s my new best friend. I should post a picture of her if I can remember how.

I’ve had a serious break through with Final Cut Express, my jazzy new editing software. I bought a book for “dummies” which has made it all easier for me to use. I guess that makes me a dummy.

The program is very powerful and has more features than I could ever possibly use, but now that I know how to drive it, the fun can really begin. First of all, I am now in a position to finish my epic holiday video and once that’s done, I’m going to move on to my first humorous film, starring myself. Sorry, but that one will be on a very limited release and you can’t see it, no matter how much you beg.

If I ever make a northlondonhippy movie though, I’ll release it on the net for one and all to view.

And I haven’t given up my plans to record some music under the northlondonhippy brand. I’ve got an embryonic idea for a musical project, 7 songs, but that’s all I’ll say for now. You know me, I’ll give it all away for free, when the time comes.

Blah, blah blah. This blog really is dead if the above rubbish is the best I can.

How about this? I won’t come back until I have something interesting to say. I haven’t written anything intense and thought-provoking in ages. It’s high time I did. It’s high time I was high as well, but I am sadly, unprepared tonight, which is another reason why I can’t wait to get home this morning.

If I feel better, and at this point, it’s a big “if”, I might do a bit of shrooming this week. That could be just the inspiration I need to get this blog out of the awful funk it’s fallen into.

At least I’m honest and I honestly believe this blog could be better. I need to recapture that hippy magic. It’s the least I can do, since I’m still “blogging my life away (nearly) every night and every day, just for Y-O-U!”
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