I could win a thousand awards and I’d still feel that I was shite.
Panic levels for Sunderland have now gone down (well, they weren’t that high to begin with, but at least now I have someone to have lunch with).
Newport, still high.
I just remembered the time my ipod turned itself on in year 11 maths and out of all the songs it could have picked to play, it picked Fame.
Livin’ life to the full.
The Northern Stars are recreating the Get Carter opening with the director of it and they only want camera and director so my awesome sound skills are unwanted.
So I’m applying for camera instead. NO EXPERIENCE, COME ONNNNNNNNN.
You know what, fuck you. I don’t even want to go to you and I’ve spent the last hour and a bit trying to sort out a fucking five fucking minute dvd. The ripping programs are either not free, or watermark shit, or are really shitty quality and then don’t even open in imovie.
So fuck you, you can just watch five minutes of my sodding full DVD.
OHHH I SEE, yes. Any music elitism does my head in. Oh noes, someone likes something you don’t think is ~acceptable~ boo fucking hoo.
Well this should be fun seeing as all of my dvds are over 5 minutes long and I don’t have any of the original footage.
not entirely certain which post this is about