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[22 Dec 2003|10:38am] |
I am so tired, i'm lucky i have a day off tomorrow. For the first time in ages.
Until then, i shouldn't think we'll see each other before tomorrow. Oh yes, last night......Donnie Darko, leftover Chinese and Stella.
Good stuff. And i just escaped a migraine this morning. Even gooder stuff.
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[22 Dec 2003|10:45am] |
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Why are we sitting here together again? Nothing is to be said, you don't seem to care...i don't seem to care. There's nothing for you in my head.
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[22 Dec 2003|10:47am] |
I'm supposed to say i won't miss you. Okay, i won't miss you.
I'll sit on the path and wait for you, if you like. Every day, but you have to tell me when you're coming. Otherwise i might be there forever. And i can't wait forever anymore.
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[22 Dec 2003|07:11pm] |
Christmas shopping. We wandered Canterbury's labyrinth streets and shopping malls looking for last minute stuff. I found a book for my dad (The last thing i needed to purchase), the Two Grahams (TM) went apeshit on the three for £20 DVD offers, and Lucy purchased a gargoyle for her mother.
On the way past Zizi's, we noticed cranially challenged Eastenders star Shaun Williamson dining with friends being dragged into his orbit, near the window on a round table.
Graham, Lucy and I stood at the window and laughed for about two seconds, then ran off chortling at the wonder of it all. Then we froze our heads off on a platform.
So it's all done, and amongst star spotting, and £1.39 Guiness, i feel okay. It's nearly Christmas, and i get a day to relax. Tonight however, it's time for Stella and films again.
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[22 Dec 2003|07:19pm] |
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They said you still liked me, but i don't trust what they say, because you say it about them too.
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