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[21 Dec 2003|09:24am] |
Was supposed to go to Canterbury yesterday with Burton, but South Eastern trains fucked that up for us again. Still, we had lunch and Guiness, spectacular stuff.
As you would know if you'd been paying attention, my Saturday nights are very busy, and this was no different. Lucy and i were in good moods, though. So we breezed it.
Lucy said she was cheered up by something i did. It was that i invited her to spend New Year's Eve with us, because apparently she was feeling lonely before that.
Which was nice.
Had a dream, first about Zoe, then Mel.
My brain likes to fuck me up.
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[21 Dec 2003|05:50pm] |
You're becoming but a shadow to me, spoke only of in legend.
Sunday afternoon. Busy, very busy. Went round Graham's afterwards to see him attempt to put up a Christmas tree.
The funny thing about Graham Burton is that he manages to protract the most simple and straightforward tasks to the most unutterable length. Most of this time was spent with him talking about buckets and smoking. Then Ali and Tongy turned up, and i sat gestating in the corner, trying not to be drawn into conversation i had little interesting part in.
Eventually, i left them and came here. It's getting too comfortable, this computer.
Miss you, Z.
Yep, i still want to be Johnny Depp.
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[21 Dec 2003|06:50pm] |
Zoe messaged me again. With 25% more "x"'s this time. And a kissy face. She's having a gothic Christmas, with Vampire films, and League of Gentlemen.
You have to realise she is darkly minded, just like me.
Or maybe i'm just a miserable cunt. The jury is still kicking the wall outisde. I'll let them in in a minute.
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