But I don't want to be hunted for my pelt in a zombie apolocalypse!

So I was playing State of Decay #zombiegameoftheyear and a zombie jumps at me, trying to ravage me with it's rotten dentistry. I popped a cap in it's head mid-jump. I was thinking it would be worth the end of civilisation if I could become that much of a badass. I hope it happens. If I was one of the first ones to die I would be furious.

What's new with me, I hear you ask? You didn't? Oh well let me tell you anyway!

I had Chinese for dinner this evening, it was delicious. Beef and Noodles alongside some Egg-friend Rice? Can't go wrong!

Also I've noticed that with some friends of mine whenever they're talking I'm not paying the slightest bit of attention. I have decided to turn over a new leaf, and whenever this happens now I am honest with them. I turn to them and say "I'm sorry, I've not been listening. What did you say?" and they're usually fine with it!

I finished a book the other day that wasn't a sci-fi. I was queueing in Asda the other week buying meals for one #cryingface and saw they had a load of books on sale for £1! I plumped on a grown-up book all about rape and murder called The Ladykiller by Martina Cole. It was raaather chilling at times, with lots of juicey murders with a few raunchy sex scenes between the main protagonists. Let me point out here these were different from the rape scenes, I found them gruesome to the point of not being able to fall asleep at the end of one! I had to read on for a few more pages until something less chilling had happened! But yes, would definately recommend!

Bent down to tie my lace the other morning before work, and heard one of my few remaining pairs of jeans tear in the crotch region. The humanity!

So I finally got round to watching About Time the other day, very enjoyable. Enjoyment was only marred ever so slightly by the company I watched it with (she has major Daddy issues so wishes Bill Nighy was her Dad). It's not your typical love story film where the hero spends the entire film winning Rachel McAdams' attentions and marrying her at the end, and I liked that about it.

Which of these phrases make more sense to you and why?

a) "Anyone can add me as a friend on facebook, that's fine. But if they start talking to me...that's just creepy!"
b) "If someone random added me on facebook and didn't even say anything, I'd find THAT more creepy".

As usual, as the end of the month perambulates into view, I am busy rubbing my hands together at the thought of actually having a penny to my name! This will be the first month since I started my job (back in July) that I don't have a large car-related bill to pay! Only last week I had to fork over more than £6 to have a couple of lights replaced. It's daylight robbery! It had to be daylight robbery as my car was not fit to drive in the dark with it's headlights out of action!
My money situation is getting so tiresome I'm having to wrack my brains for mad money-making schemes. I've already sold all the xbox games my brother left me once he defected to the PS4.

I was in a swimming pool when my charming lady company comes running up to me (figuratively speaking of course. She knows about not running by the poolside!) anyway she comes running up to me, to tell me she's found someone who is even hairier than me. It does wonders for my self-esteem. I sometimes worry that if a game-hunter saw me they might kill me to wear my big shaggy pelt :( On the other hand I will survive for longer in winter if for some reason it's the end of the world and we have to burn all the clothes in the world to keep warm.

I had a dream once where everyone I know was rounded up and we were all put into a big prison where clothes were illegal. It was weird.
I also had a dream where a giant bird-monster tried to eat me on my way out of the psychiatrist's office and I was saved by a huge bearded man who put an entire pillow into it's mouth.
Then there were the dozens of zombie dreams I had. They became so standard that 'nightmare' doesn't really apply anymore!
Also I had a dream where I was fighting the loathed neighbour from up the street, while my family cheered me on.

Anyway do you have times when you were very little and something amazing happened but you're not sure if it really happened or if it was just your overactive imagination? For instance once when I was very little I was sitting in the front room looking out at the street. Suddenly(!) a bright red jet plane zooms down and up again, passing metres from the ground! I was so shocked! I could have sworn it happened, but looking back now I think it unlikely.

I decided to leave the gym, as I was planning to move to a different town. But anyway that hasn't happened yet, however not having an obligation to go to the gym is a very nice feeling! I tell myself I will use the dumbbells I bought to prop the door open, or go jogging, but as of yet it has yet to happen!

I thought that to solve some of my money issues I could become a fashion designer. I will have my own tragedy of a talent show where I find hopeless nobodies to model my gear, which will all be vest-based and it will be called 'Who Looks Best, Dressed In A Vest" and because shit on the tv is very popular, I will made a bundle! Also Summer will be just around the corner soon, and my vests will come into their own! I will be safe from overheating when wearing my vests, and when the weather turns cold, my natural furriness will stave off freezing to death!

More on that in the future.

The pelts of other hairy men, turned into vests.

With viewing rates plummeting, I resort I writing this one in a phase between drunk and hungover, naked, at 3am.

Right so the last two or three blog posts have been done sober, which makes a startling change to the style of writing, the content consisting of stuff (sometimes funny) that's happened to me, or I've thought of, in the last few days. Before then it's just mainly been drunken ramblings, or stories that I find hysterical at the time but I dont know...


Anyway so I did Dry January this year, and I've just got back from my first night out on the town fueled by alcohol of 2014, not counting New Years Eve. I met some fantastic people, danced a LOT with many beautiful ladies...and now, at 3am, I feel like shit. I have a £60 hole in my back account. I have a ringing in my ears.

I was much happier in January, sober. Only Friday night, at a work leaving do, I had an awesome time sober, enjoyed many good laughs, and woke up the next morning not feeling like garbage. I've been to the pub in January without drinking. I've been out clubbing without drinking. All of those occasions trumped tonight. And tonight I did enjoy up until the winding down. And the hunting for a taxi. My feet are killing me.

I'm going back to not drinking. I feel healthier. I feel more energetic (though that is probably down to the energy drinks (which by the way have left my feeling like I've left half my internal organs as patté)) Anyway I know some of my friends will scoff at the idea of being happy without being drunk, but I've proven to myself that I dont need alcohol to have a good social time, and now tonight I think I've proven to myself I dont even want it either.

I dont want to turn into someone who is always looking forward to the next drink. Or the next night out where they can drink. I know there is more to do out there than go to the pub with your friends. It seems weird to say it but my friend mentioned it on the taxi ride home tonight, that when you do plan a night out, it nearly always simply involves going to the pub.

I'm not saying this to nag or whatever, it's just nice to know if anyone reads this I can imagine my need for attention is being sated. Also I went a day (not on purpose) this week where I left my phone at home while I was at work, and wasn't plugged into twitter and facebook all day. I found that also raised my mood considerably. NIGHT!