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[18 Nov 2003|08:17am] |
I sat in the Bell for a miserable two hours last night, getting so fucking fed up i decided to go up the New Inn instead. To be quite honest, i enjoyed it so much more; in fact i wrote several pages of diary entries about it. Which i'll show you later.
My head is banging.
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[18 Nov 2003|08:21am] |
I saw Zoe last night, passing her on the steps outside the New Inn. Alicia was also there, who i largely ignored; if she cannot be bothered to apologise for trying to involved me in her lofty protests, then fuck her... i'm not going to pretend i give a fucking shit.
But i gave Zoe a hug, and told her to er...forgive me for what i wrote on Yahoo IM. It's not that i even really wrote anything bad, but it could look like that.
She hasn't read it yet. Asked if i had insulted her...i'd hope she would know me better than that.
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[18 Nov 2003|08:30am] |
I had a conversation with myself in the mirror last night. The drink had something to do with it, but i spent half an hour just talking to my own reflection.
Life affirming, reassuring things. I looked at my own eyes, and tried to see what i was thinking. See who the fuck i actually was, i've always had a problem connecting me with my face.
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[18 Nov 2003|08:51am] |
I'm wondering how much of my brain i use. How good it is, how much it knows.
I feel like it knows very little, but it'll often surprise me, by thinking of something it hasn't before. I can't explain this, i just know that occasionally i can use more of it, and be funnier, more intelligent, creative, wheras most of the time i feel like a fucking dimwit.
I just want to exploit what's there. And if it turns out there is nothing substantial in there, i'll throw it away and replace it with a Rhino's horn.
Or something.
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[18 Nov 2003|09:01am] |
Oh yeah. Where's my fucking Griever necklace, Forbidden Planet?
Bewitched is on. It's honestly the most tedious, desolate show to watch at 9am, when you're yawning and swigging lukewarm tea. I hate it.
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[18 Nov 2003|11:24am] |
Just spoke to Zoe online. Things are okay between us. I think we both have bigger things to worry about right now.
She's adament i should grow my hair long:
lilzoem (11:12:38): definitely suit u
zoo3ropa (11:12:42): really?
lilzoem (11:12:59): yes. Plus I always like longer hair on guys
Whoa boy. I don't need telling twice. Bit o' conditioning...bit o' trimming...i'm looking at a Squall from Final Fantasy style. Plus i'm as fucking introverted sometimes as he is.
However, it could as is so often the case end up as a bird's nest on my head.
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[18 Nov 2003|04:17pm] |
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Have been reading the journal of Love Rollercoaster, an extremely funny and intelligent man from Michigan. Just reading this gentleman's prose is inspiring.
For example, he talks of subjects i've never heard of, and know nothing about. Rather than make me despondent and feel stupid, it makes me want to learn about these things. Very entertaining reading.
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[18 Nov 2003|04:22pm] |
1. Look at the box, which states:
"Reduce time or temperature for fan assisted ovens."
2. Do as it says. I reduce the temperature by 20, as the fucking manual says. Cook for the time stated.
3. Wait forty five minutes, remove pie. Pie is cold in the centre. Hurl pie angrily back into so called fan fucking assisted oven, and yank the heat up full, to annihilate the cunting thing.
4. Sit down here and write a numbered list about it.
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