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[24 Oct 2003|09:14am] |
They're back then. Last night, in fact. Ian wandered into the bar looking very much like he was continually angry. Not that he was. Just think about it. Much repeating of anecdotes, much talk of customs and airline flights...yes...Ian is back. Soon though, i will be gone...on my holiday. Woo hoo.
Holly Valance is doing her desperate best to appear sexy on television. This involves throwing around of the head a lot and writhing. To be honest the poor girl will get cramp in the neck.
I can't feed Des. He's got cat treats only, and i thought i could fool him by filling up the fucking dish with them, but er...no. Even Des wasn't fooled.
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[24 Oct 2003|09:21am] |
I have microwaved scrambled eggs. I find these are the most reasonable egg related items for me to actually make, being as they are simply blasted for two minutes with rays.
Try an omellete, or even a fried egg, and mate...you might as well sign the fucking egg's death warrant. Er...which doesn't make sense, because it's not even alive...and things.
Take the egg i shattered to pieces. Look at the Oeuf i lovingly turned into churned sewage trying to make a souflee'...it's all there in the lab...the lab of written off egg experiments.
Kids will stumble upon my house one day, and break into the lab, staring aghast at the lines of jars with destroyed egg meals in them. A mutated omellete with one eye. A fried egg with it's tongue cut out.
And anyone who knows the indignity of fishing bits of egg shell out of the raw egg you've just cracked will know what an experience that is.
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[24 Oct 2003|05:12pm] |
Not an especially endearing day so far. I did see Zoe though, one of the VERY few highlights. Amazing how a beautiful face can improve things. I suppose you would say strikingly so. I've always found this woman curious and impossibly cool.
She almost has an entirely unique look, one which sends chills down my spine. And a soft intelligent voice spiked with a wicked sense of humour. I don't think i am at all in love with her - although i once thought i was, a kind of confusion based on various clashing emotions- but i DO find myself wanting to talk to her again. I feed spiritually off people like Zoe. She is different, dark, funny, and the conversation she produces is sparkling with life and all things individual.
The problem is, any time we have to meet is merely isolated to internet medium, and even THAT is sporadic. It is a situation i cannot say much about....but i don't really see her much.
I want to, because i remember the few times we talked alone. It was stimulating beyond imagination. As i said, she talks extremely well, and brings my thoughts out along with it.
A bit of an enigma to me then. But one day i hope, we will talk again.
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