and away we go

im cold. my back hurts. sciatica. bless. grin and bear it. for anyone who has not had it, its a trapped nerve in my lower back. its as inconvenient as a mullettrucker. in real terms it means ill never be a limbo champion, and nothing more. it truly is grim up north. i miss the westcountry. i havent seen any livestock since i got here in september. i am here because i 'have' to be, not because i want to be. herindoors is doing some uni meelark. dont ask me what. ask her. i dont know what its like here, i dont know. i work from home so i dont have to go further than sainsburys down the road. its always jammers with bloody students.
i have no interest in 'making friends' here. i have all the friends i need, but for one reason or another, i dont see them anymore. i will. soon i hope. so the tinterweb has some uses. i finally sorted out my messenger. for some reason microshite couldnt get a new one that works with zonealarm. nice work. messenger is the only way i have of talkin to luchbox. lunchbox is my 'go to' guy, so you can see why that would be a pain up the 'arris when messenger goes tango uniform. so that brings me to arsebook.
i hate it more than handsome george hates pikeys. but these days its kinda necessary. i can keep up with everyones smalltalk, without having to feign interest therein. bear in mind, you already know i despise looking at peoples pictures, unless i have some connection with the person. "look how mashed i look....". yeah. nice one. now do one or ill cut your ears off. but it is a good metaphor (do i mean that? do i mean microsomething.... idunno) for life. we make friends, choose to portray ourselves in a certain light, declare to the world that we are in or out of relationships and such, publish photos, yaddayaddayadda..... there is also the underlying paranoia amongst some that it is some form of conspiracy to make the 'authorities' aware of who knows who and whos doing what with who and for how much. jeebus rollerblading christ. how arrogant. lets face it, we all have 'friends' that were not really interested in. i deleted 52 bods the other day. not because i dont like them. just because, well, honestly....? im not that bothered. id love to delete it all together, but it has its uses, as weve said. but hang on, thats true in life to. honestly now, dont you have a few non-ether based friends like that? i do. then of course it spills out of the ether. how often do you hear "yeah, like, i saw on your facebook........". does that not defeat the object? i think possibly its all getting a little serious. some chap, ive no idea who he is, friend of a friend (an actual friend) got all offended when i posted a note saying i neither knew nor cared who he is. whatthecrazyhell? when did honesty go out of fashion? if id told him that in a bar, he would have doubled away smartly, but facebook gives you nads, apparently....... hotwattinhum. but we keep going with it dont we. i had a great old chinwag with an old friend yesterday on the instant message thing. he actually encouraged me to do this. so blame him.