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[05 Dec 2003|09:04am] |
More coughing.
Not much to report, except last night was quiet, thank fuck. Today is another story, but at least i have some energy back. And a headache.
Stella does this to me. My vices are the undoing of me. Roy has his wife/ex-wife/future wife in town today so won't be out much again.
I was waiting to see if Mel wanted walking home, but she fucked off without a word.
Zoe came over from the playhouse mob, got a hug, kiss on the cheek..
That's it.
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[05 Dec 2003|09:08am] |
EPISODE 1: "Elves"
On Christmas Eve, billy finds an elf sprawled on his living room carpet, drunk, and watching porn on his parent's television.
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[05 Dec 2003|10:20am] |
I don't know how i think these days. My mind appears fractured, between blasts of incisve and intelligent prose, and/or stuttering rambling. With occasional swearing. Alright, with LOTS of swearing.
What i mean is, i'm neither focussed in my creativity, or entirely lacking in it.
Fuck, i don't even know how to write that.
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[05 Dec 2003|10:24am] |
Things to ban:
1. Mothers with vacuum cleaners.
2. Lorraine Kelly Live - that includes the fucking irritating jerkily animated mock up of her fucking stupid fucking face.
3. The children's art show "Smart"
4. Flu
5. Hair that grows upwards
6. Stubbing toes
7. Headaches. Especially alchohol induced ones.
8. AOL's "Weclome" screen. Made by showbiz obsessed cunts, FOR showbiz obsessed cunts.
9. Jupiter.
10. Misteeq baking cakes on morning TV
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[05 Dec 2003|10:29am] |
I'm fucking frustrated. I'm frustrated not being able to write anything. Anything of merit or substance. I'm frustrated because i'm not having the kind of experience that creates ideas and stories. I'm frustrated because i got a fucking B+ on my Macbeth essay. I'm frustrated because people say one thing and act another. I'm frustrated because close friends take their difficulties out on ME. I'm frustrated because i can't type without having to fucking delete every five seconds because my fingers slip onto the wrong keys.
I'm just frustrated. I'm frustrated because sometimes people don't fucking understand i want to be left alone. That i don't want to talk or make small talk or make stupid innuendo or talk about what i did that day.
I'm frustrated for many reasons.
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