Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in bambi jo lazuare's Blurty:

Tuesday, December 9th, 2003
12:54 pm	I'm student scum, I don't have a job (and I love David...he told me to write that)I can't get one, no one wants students and I cannot work weekends, I only see my boyfriend once a week and if I worked weekends I wouldn't see him at all. Speaking of weekends heres what I did last weekend. I went to Derry to see my boyfriend as usual, as we were coming out of the bus station with some people we know (you'll notice, due to constant parnoia that I don'tuse peoples names other tyhan David's who I love even more now than when I originally wrote it.. told me to write that too) I was telling them that a friend was gonna be a daddy awww but he's only 20, that's scarey, children are freaky they live inside you and sometimes babies live inside the babies that live in you, and the little baies inside you get bigger and move around and poke stuff that they shouldn't be poking, and when they're ready to come out they come out of the most awkward place or you have to get all cut up to get them out, and when they do come out they insist on sucking on your tits.......I'm getting away from the point slightly here. My boyfriend got a call to tell him that his friend was in hospital, so we visited him for a while. Growing up I had no problem with hospitals I was in and out of them all the time, visiting my brother and once I was in for about 2 months cause I was all sicky, but when I was in a while I started to notice the smell more than usual and I needed to sit down Luckily we were leaving at about this time so there was no need for me to interupt, it's not like I can complain about feeling a liitle sick when there was people lying in beds not able to leave and one of them being a friend of my boyfriend. I think I felt sick because I hadn't been in a Hospital in so long it was also the hospital my brother died in. So when we got back to my boyfriends house we just sat around the table and got drunk. I'm bored of writing now. (Comment on this)
11:59 am	I'm student scum, I don't have a job (and I love David...he told me to write that)I can't get one, no one wants students and I cannot work weekends, I only see my boyfriend once a week and if I worked weekends I wouldn't see him at all. Speaking of weekends heres what I did last weekend. I went to Derry to see my boyfriend as usual, as we were coming out of the bus station with some people we know (you'll notice, due to constant parnoia that I don'tuse peoples names other tyhan David's who I love even more now than when I originally wrote it.. told me to write that too) I was telling them that a friend was gonna be a daddy awww but he's only 20, that's scarey, children are freaky they live inside you and sometimes babies live inside the babies that live in you, and the little baies inside you get bigger and move around and poke stuff that they shouldn't be poking, and when they're ready to come out they come out of the most awkward place or you have to get all cut up to get them out, and when they do come out they insist on sucking on your tits.......I'm getting away from the point slightly here. My boyfriend got a call to tell him that his friend was in hospital, so we visited him for a while. Growing up I had no problem with hospitals I was in and out of them all the time, visiting my brother and once I was in for about 2 months cause I was all sicky, but when I was in a while I started to notice the smell more than usual and I needed to sit down Luckily we were leaving at about this time so there was no need for me to interupt, it's not like I can complain about feeling a liitle sick when there was people lying in beds not able to leave and one of them being a friend of my boyfriend. I think I felt sick because I hadn't been in a Hospital in so long it was also the hospital my brother died in. So when we got back to my boyfriends house we just sat around the table and got drunk. I'm bored of writing now. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003
1:34 pm	hello Where the hell are these things posted? what is this just some kinda diary thing? Ok heres what happened on the weekend: I went to my boyfriend@s house like I do every weekend and awaited a phone call from my wife, who was supposed to be going out with us that night. She said she'd called at five so at about nine we kinda guessed she wasn't comin (it's all very boring isn't it) so we started drinkin, my not very adventurous choice is vodka....every time vadka...just vodka...somethimes wine but usually vodka. Anyhoo, skip the next bit, we just get drunk with a few people.........and I never remember taxi drives, moving cars usually make drunker, don't know why. So in sectar(thats the rock club we were goin to) I was so fucked I spent most of the time in the toilets(were you have the best conversations, but Hybrid was better cause the gents were so rank everyone used the ladies, tiny room loads of people) or sitting down enjoying a lovely cold Guinness, (any one who can't get Guinness you have to find it apparently most Americans don't like, black and thick and smoothes...mmmm) Ihad some drunkin conversations with people, don't really remember much. we went back to sector's founders place and sat down in the kitchen and didn't really move, didn't have to really everything happened around me, some very big people fell over, I got more drunk and stoned(I was still stoned the next day but then again I was still smokin the next day), there was an arm wreastling compitition that shook the table I was sitting at making me more unbalanced, some more drunken and illegal activities ensued and some stuff I don't remember then I was at my boyfriends, the rest is not for you. wasn't really the most exciting night. (Comment on this)