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[29 Nov 2003|10:48am] |
I'm getting heavily into jewellery. Not the horrid Mr T style, more the beauty of intricately careved and unusual fantasy necklace er...thingamijigs.
I already have a Griever from FFVIII, which Stan kindly reduced so it would fit. And now i've found some beautiful ones here
http://www.crystalcavern.com/index.html?target=uk_jewellery.html&lang=en-us
Bloody awful MIDI tune though.
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[29 Nov 2003|10:51am] |
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Er, pretty uneventful evening. Well, as uneventful as having a big boiling man screaming at you can be. Yes, i went round Roy's again after work, and he really did YELL. The man has anger, and is the size of a small phone kiosk. Think about it. He's LOUD. I mean da brotha be LOUD, y'all know waammsayinright? We watched some fucking cunt idiots in "Dirty Sanchez", and then Roy shouted his samurai hair off at the monkey in "Jackass". "NIGHT MONKEYYYY!" he would bellow. The size of this font does NOT do it justice. He threw his guitar across the floor and we smoked and drank until i staggered off home as Roy collapsed. I think he's alright. I left him next to his chair.
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[29 Nov 2003|03:53pm] |
No word from Zoe. I hope she won't be too upset if i don't come to the panto next week. Yeah, like she would really be bothered if i was.
Thing is, it ain't going to be the same without Roy's "Mack the Knife", and they KNOW it.
No matter, hopefully i'll see her after the play next week and we can talk. That's if she's not busy being adulated.
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