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[10 Nov 2002|12:53am] |
I crawled into bed early for once, only to have the phone ring just as I got comfortable. As a general rule, if someone rings me after I've gone to bed, they're shit out of luck. Jon's the exception and he knows it, which makes him a bit cocky when leaving messages.
Each time he rings, he asks if I'm happy I left and each time I give him the same answer. "It gives me a summertime feeling." He doesn't seem to get tired of that. He may come off as a bit simple, but he's actually.. all right, he's a bit simple. But it's all an act, really. He'll blow you away if you let him. It's only the moment after he hangs up that I miss it all, but I can look myself in the mirror without flinching, and I suppose that's all I have to say on it.
I'd google myself if only to be a nuisance, but I'm trying to find something to listen to that's too obscure for any of you to appreciate. That'll show you, won't it?
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[30 Oct 2002|08:03pm] |
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Drunken Lullabies x Flogging Molly |
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It's mostly a load of shit when someone claims to know all there is to know about someone else, isn't it? I'd tell you what I've been doing but you likely wouldn't believe me.
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[29 Oct 2002|03:49am] |
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Local Boy in the Photograph x Stereophonics |
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Thom Yorke's blurty is more hip than mine because it's bloody purple. What he fails to recognise is that I'm a former member of S Club 7. Hmm, right. Fair enough.
Jon's here as well and you'd never know it but he actually fancies Alex James quite a bit.
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