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Deletions [07 Oct 2003|03:54pm]
I have deleted two entries, as i have no need for more stress from the situation. I'm tired of it all and do not want to aggravate anything more.
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Horoscopes By Phyllis. [07 Oct 2003|03:58pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

The Astrologer without ANY qualification whatsoever.

ARIES

Aries should beware today, as that toupee you ordered turns out to be absolutely infested with genetically modified turnips. Honestly, they'll have eyes and everything. They'll even try to spike your dog's food with arsenic.

TAURUS

It's your birthday, sometime next year. Join the club, bucko! It's everyone's party at some point in 2004! So stop stealing the limelight eh? Birthday hogger.

GEMINI

Chaos breaks out at the squirrel bank, when a stash of nuts are found in an old woman's handbag. Luckily, she was only delivering them to the bank. You however, are caught hastily cramming a hazelnut into your breast poket. Naughty, naughty!

CANCER

The horses arse reunion is a huge success, until somebody actually turns up in a REAL horses arse, and forgets it's only pantomime horse fancy dress.

LEO

Your cat displays signs of mutiny, drawing placards, pissing in your underwear draw, and trying to drum up support by standing on the kitchen table on two legs, screaming into a funnel.

VIRGO

You have an overwhelming urge today to eat as much mud and earth as possible in twenty minutes in a desperate attempt to beat the world record. Although you never actually found out which one you were trying to break, and sit there dissapointed and desolate with half a worm lodged in your left nostril.

LIBRA

You fancy a pie, so you stop at the local butchers, and order an onion pie. There's no such thing! Haven't you heard?

SCORPIO

It's your month, so you can expect plenty of significant events to be a'goin' on. Sadly, i haven't a bloody clue what they are. Maybe you'll be sent the wrong bill for a set of garden furniture, or dislodge a knuckle. Or a duck catches your eye whilst it tries to drag a lump of bread into it's beak. I don't know.

SAGITTARIUS

It's all r-eye-t this week, as your optician announces to you that your orb like recepticals are actually built with lazers that can burn through people's skin. Careful in those crowds!

CAPRICORN

Congratulations! Your lucky item of bodily waste this week is: TOENAIL CLIPPING

AQUARIUS

Your experience in the medical profession does not prepare you for your day's first patient: A man with a lump of molten rock hovering ominously next to his head.

PISCES

Take care at the beach, where you discover a man idly swinging a bat. Best not to ask him about his wife, eh? You and your BIG mouth!

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[07 Oct 2003|04:22pm]
I'm tired, i think yesterday's theatrics have take it out of me. Tomorrow is college though, a welcome relief from the usual pointless washing up work i do for six days a week. If i did not have this academic path i would technically be dead. So far as having an ambition goes, anyway. I really would like to write, and the English is some way towards me doing that.

Anyhoo, it's been cold and dark today. Hooray! I love the Autumn. I'm the person who walks around in dark coats livin' it up in the wind and being self conciously moody.

I'm not going to go down the Bell tonight. The house needs tidying before my bloody parents return, and i'm too tired to bother going anywhere.
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My afternoon. [07 Oct 2003|04:28pm]
What does a high flying pub dogsbody do when he shambles in from work in the afternoon then? Here's my little list:

1. Trying to get my bike in the back door, past the inconveniently placed bin bags and laundry baskets. This also involves banging my shin with the peddle and shouting.

2. Sighing wearily whilst hurling tea bags into a pot

3. Sitting here, yawning, watching children's television, typing, and hurling random abuse at the yelling monstrosities presenting the programmes, in the obvious knowledge they can't hear a damned word.

4. Swearing at the freezer, because i have to go so far as to using the oven to cook food.

5. Blinking and more yawning.

6. Nihilistic staring at the wall.


Life is rather dull at this moment. Haven't seen Zoe for ages, Roy's probably stoking his fire, and Mel...god knows. I need to convalesce.
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Dale Winton is on again. [07 Oct 2003|05:07pm]
Boring even the floor underneath his stupid feet. He's also shouting through a megaphone, which is presumably rendered intentionally hilarious on account of the fact that he has a fucking microphone strapped to himself anyway. Brilliant, Dale. Well done. You knob.
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Some additions to the cast list. [07 Oct 2003|05:09pm]
Forgot to add these earlier:

Dave: Best "geezer" mate i have. Although he has the punch of a train, and it fucking hurts.

Sue: The Bell's longest serving employee, and a great lady.

Graham: The most interesting bloke i know. In that he doesn't just talk about football and women. Sadly he is currently in Kingston, so no smoking and laughing and a talkin' in the rec for a while. We used to put the world in perspective in those days.

Geoff: My hypnotist. The man responsible for helping me to overcome certain difficulties.

Anne: Anne used to be a teacher, and is now seen occasionally visiting the Bell, where she drinks with us and punches me playfully in the arm. She has a fist like a knife.

Stan: Mazda man, frequents the Bell with a hat and a glass of wine. Also known as Byron.
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Tests, tests, tests. [07 Oct 2003|05:30pm]
I'm addicted to tests, and this one is a personality test from http://www.advisorteam.com/

It says i'm an idealist.

"Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are rare, making up no more than 8 to 10 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

The Four types of Idealists are:

Healers (INFP) | Counselors (INFJ) | Champions (ENFP) | Teachers (ENFJ)"


Bloody hell. Enthusiasm? Have they seen me choking awake and swearing as i drag myself out of bed in the morning?
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