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[27 Nov 2003|10:12am] |
I have Roy's CD player, that i purchased for beer.
We used to sing show tunes very loudly with it at two in the morning, really raw, bleeding singing, not just kareoke style.
Actual FUCKING BELLOWING. Like a grizzly bear factory. If such things exist. Hey! I can listen to music again. You'd be surprised (or not) how a lack of music can dent the soul.
Anne Byrne is back, my favourite girl. I haven't had my hands slapped for too long.
And Graham should return soon. Couple of weeks. Much discussion of communism (which i'm going to try and learn about, as i have to read Orwell's Animal Farm, and understand it), and shouting at Mars in the night.
Ellone drew me a picture. I thought this was sweet. One day maybe i'll have kids of my own, and know how to interact with them. I still get slightly discomfited when children are near me. But i'm trying. I'll put the picture on the fridge. It's of a road, and features a motor car, a bike, and a giant orange bird.
Roy was not in a Roy mood. Roy was in an apathetic mood. We watched Futurama again...the remember me episode...both Roy and i want statues. Futurama is boss, and i want to watch it forever.
Am watching Trisha. Enough dimwit proletarian slime to fill a sewer. The order of the day is one word answers and cavemen eyelids.
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[27 Nov 2003|06:14pm] |
I have a dilemna. I want to go to the New Inn tonight, and see if Zoe and Co turn up. But also, i want to talk to Roy as well. It was so much simpler when he was going to be in the panto. Sadly, he is no longer.
I've eaten too fast, i'm trying now to belch it out so i don't swell up like an inflated frog.
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