| Desolation at Neil Morecombe's house, and everyones invited. |
[28 Dec 2003|09:27am] |
After work last night, went to Neil Morecombe's party.
It ended up in a stupid self gazing conversation, i felt i ruined the damned thing...Roy went home depressed.
Basically, i'm never going to a fucking party again. Or going out. Anywhere.
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[28 Dec 2003|09:33am] |
What i am surprised about is how easy work is at the moment. I mean, still quite busy, but it's all just a distant thought, leaving me with those most rawest things to think about.
And i think about those a lot.
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[28 Dec 2003|09:36am] |
You know, the most dispiriting thing about life sometimes is that i can't be the other man.
I'll just sit there, quietly sipping on a beer, thinking on what i WOULD do if i was like him.
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[28 Dec 2003|07:02pm] |
A mind numbing aftenoon's work gave way to an even more mind numbing evening late afternoon listening to Premiership commentary.
Made my debut on the Quake3 servers. Since i now have DSL i thought i might see how good i am.
One 6th, and 2nd place so far. Not too bad, but i need a mouse that isn't clogged up with dirt and crisps.
Fuck. I really need some new ideas. My mind has lately been buried in shit lately.
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[28 Dec 2003|07:22pm] |
Watching AKIRA.
People misunderstand me when i don't talk. They think it's me being miserable and try to make me cheer up. And to be honest this fucking pisses me off.
The reason i don't much of the time is that i find most talk most uneccesary and pointless and at worst, defeating to my emotions. That's why i don't join in a lot.
When i do, it's because my interjection is pertinent and i am in a flow. But i have no interest in joining conversations that mean fuck all to me. Lately i've fallen silent often.
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[28 Dec 2003|07:26pm] |
I mean, "Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps", possibly the worst example of tedious, overly crude nonsense starring grade A cunt face Will Mellor. I literally want to nail the cast to each other and hurl them into a fucking lake...but the lads at work are uttely masturbatory about it:
DAN: Oh yeah, mate...so funny! Which one would you shag?
DAVE: I like the black girl best...then the blonde
DAN: Nah, mate....the blonde one. Then the curly haired one.
I mean, Jesus fucking Christ. This type of thing...for four hours. I love Dan and Dave, but they wonder why i don't join in this cruddy rhetoric.
And another thing that sends me into apoplectic rage, is the way people interrupt your reply to a sentence. If somebody asks me a question, i may hesitate slightly, vocalising this with an "Um..." or an "Erm...." before i GIVE my reply. This is obvious. But they still have to interrupt me with a "Hmmmmmmm?" or an "Eh?"
I haven't fucking given you the proper sentence yet! Fucking don't break my flow!
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