| Current mood: |  drunk |
A whole lotta ramble
I feel like wasting space, and what better place to do that than in my journal and on your friends page.
Hello, I'm Ewan, and I'm going insane. Or I'm already there. Depends on who you talk to.
I lighten my accent and slang when around everyone, except for when I'm verrah drunk (the state I'm rapidly approaching) and when I'm verrah tired (also approaching rapidly). If I didn't do this, most of the people I talk to would have no fucking clue as to what I was saying. Which, now that I think about it, could come in quite handy.
I want to go back. Home. Yes. But I'm such a fucking workaholic that I'll probably never have enough time to step foot in my house again. I'd sell it, but I love it, and I'd hate to spoil any parties that my loyal house-sitters enjoy throwing when they think I'm not looking.
I need to go for a ride on my motorbike. I brought it here for a reason, I think. Oh yes. To ride it.
And now I'll leave you with a silly drunken poem. *ahem*
Nude Jude
A nude Jude can be quite lewd
For Jude to be nude is to be enjoyably viewed
Once when Jude was nude it caused a fued
But if I were to see a nude Jude my faith would be renewed
Then again, my morals are very skewed
Nude Jude is a silly dude
But if Jude were nude he could be sued
Jude is best nude when in "the mood"
And while I'm being so fucking crude
Who wouldn't want to see Jude in the nude?
That answer, I find, would be very few
dah
Did I mention there's a reason I keep my poetry to myself?
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