This Friday Night Looks Like...

I've exploded all over my room: so much CRAP everywhere it defies belief.

I've found a whole bunch of random music on my hard drive... Can't help wondering where it came from. I don't remember downloading it or ripping it off any discs at any point. Hm, mysterious. At the moment I'm listening to an album called The Wolves, by a group called The Secret Knives; quite enjoying despite it's mysterious origins. Oooh, ooh conspiracy theory: maybe their Thing is cunningly implanting their music into the hard drives of unsuspecting passersby... hence the "Secret" part of their name.

Meanwhile, I'm also attempting to use this muxtape thing, which would be great if it wasn't so freaking temperamental to use. Keeps randomly generating me new user names while I'm uploading songs. Which is weird. Anyway, my plan is to use it and kind of make a soundtrack to my blog, which could potentially be really fun, if the fucking thing worked properly.

Catching the bus home late: Love overhearing the conversations behind me. There was a man and a woman... the woman (or girl really I guess - probably about my age) talked incessantly about - - - Cats. Pedigree cats in fact. She was clearly a Pedigree Cat Enthusiast. Her Gentleman Friend spent the entire journey cooing over her. She talked for most of the journey about how sad it was that one of her favourite cats was already halfway through it's natural life and how cute this one was and how she would get herself and her sycophantic gentleman friend to the Cat Show in the weekend. Just before I had to alight (!) they're conversation had moved on to how she must know what it was like to be a movie star because she was popular at high school, with her own "fan club". Her: "They were only my fans because of the way I looked". Him: "Well, of course." Horrifying and fascinating, they were hilariously awful... their entire conversation was completely lacking in any self awareness or sense of irony.

OH GOD. Cats. Not as a joke. For Real.