| Another poxy night in the Bell Inn |
[14 Jul 2003|03:59pm] |
Last night was pretty rotten. The only good thing about it was that Zoe came out...even though i didn't really talk to her much it was lovely to see her escaping Charlie Chalk for once and laughing her face off. Had a good chat with Gordon too, like we always seem to on Sundays.
Today i will attempt to ride my bike, with two deflated tyres. I have to get it home, and i'm not walking the bloody thing up the road.
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| A troubled sod, and no mistake. |
[14 Jul 2003|03:59pm] |
"Can a man be a man without the experience which teaches others? What's in an age?"
Booyah. I've struggle long and hard with my age and it's effects. Don't i feel the odd one, with adults around me, and here i am, talking about cartoons and shifting uneasily like a schoolboy with his satchel. Except satchels don't really exist now. If they did, they'd be the equivalent of £1.50 bags from the market, and you'd get beaten up. Perhaps the hypnotherapy will allow me to exert more confidence over my preceedings. It's tomorrow. Don't let me forget my appointment on the 29th of July, either. It's at 1:30 about my counselling.
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| Grumblings and Mumblings |
[14 Jul 2003|04:00pm] |
Still attempting to flick the forked tongue of my mind into action. Let's see what my fucking dormant brain comes up with on this freestyle:
"Ancient cities, rising from the dust/like the time that i thought you were unjust"
What the fuck? Next:
"Teardrops don't mean much if you use them like water/there's no salt therefore no soul"
Bloody hell. I am TIRED
"I cling to your rocks, away from the lapping tide, trying to hook you with my pointless asides, rescue me, please rescue me"
"Your whole desert is quicksand, and i can't cross you...."
"If you noticed me, i might just crumble and crack"
"I tried some of that drink, and it made me hazy, when i woke up, i knew the whole world was lazy. Not just me"
Oh no. I'm going all whistful. Whatever that means. Time for a dose of Phyllis.
"BACON PIES, I DESPISE, BACON PIES, CATCH SOME FLIES, PLAY I SPY, MAKE ME CRY!"
That's more like it! GRAWNER!
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| Hypno |
[14 Jul 2003|04:01pm] |
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It's too DAMNED HOT. I want the Autumn NOW. In fact, the heat is actually making me feel ILL. Nauseous. Tomorrow is hypnotherapy day. Hopefully a new avenue will provide results. And if it doesn't, there's always Stella and crying.
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