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[07 Oct 2004|09:10am] |
Oi! Wake up you lazy wankers!
Yes, you. I'm here, and it's another Thursday to behold, full of glittering OAP's, and shimmering plates. Funny how a few nice verbs can glamourise menial labour.
Last night Bolb and I in the Bell again. Stan was in, we talked to him, whilst my stomach turned over with the thoughts of what the hell's going on in my life.
Still don't know.
I'm a confused boy. Like when a boy gets lost in the big city and is chased by curly haired bullies.
Don't put me in the skip!
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[07 Oct 2004|09:19am] |
http://www.rapidimmigration.com/usa/1_eng_kit_tourist.html
Loads of shit to read through today. Looks like i've got a lot of planning to do, and that's assuming i'll be able to do this when the time comes.
Check out that wanker. What's he waving for? He's in a white background limbo, dressed like THAT? Is that what they think tourists dress like? Well, FUCK that...there's a new tourist in town...and his name...is...er...well...me.
Maybe.
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[07 Oct 2004|09:32am] |
Well, it's all very confusing. Like i'm being judged merely by casting my eyes over the sterile pages, and the absurd pictures.
Fuck, i've got a long while to think. Best have some more tea....
A bachelor degree? The fuck am I gonna get one of those?
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[07 Oct 2004|09:56am] |
I just worked out what DOOM 3 is. It's the digital equivalent of bustling through a house with a torch during a power cut, to try and find the trip switch. Room to room, stumbling over chairs and desks.
That's what doom is. With some monsters. Possibly a cat.
It's not that scary, really. Check out System Shock 2 for true fearful actions. Yes, mate.
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| One Year Ago er...yesterday. |
[07 Oct 2004|10:10am] |
Yes! Let's get RETROSPECTIVE!
"Tea Fountain [06 Oct 2003|11:10am]
Just spat my tea everywhere, as a result of a coughing fit. Great fun. It went up the nose, and now i feel like i've been swimming. I find the only time projectile ejection of tea is remotely amusing is when somebody makes you laugh or tells you something astonoshing.
"And then right, he shoved it up his arse!"
"SPLOOOOTT!"
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| It didn't happen....... |
[07 Oct 2004|10:13am] |
"You can have some strawberries, if you get that fucking hat out of my sink"
"This horse is faulty...it's eyeballs are massive and the head's all long"
"I battered those chicks back to the eggs they came from."
"I told you if I saw you again i'd brick up your door...go on..try and find it now!"
"The National Library will NEVER let me back in again, not after that balloon bursting party"
"The legs were inadequate. He fell right into the school party."
"I don't eat cheese, I have a lactose allergy"
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[07 Oct 2004|10:22am] |
Was thinking there about what animals would be like if the shape of their heads were different. Take that fucking horse...despite it's perfect equine credentials, he's paraded as a freak by his smashing owner, bacause his head is long. The poor road headed cock.
Imagine if his face was human shaped, but with a horse's features. That would rock. It'd have to be a huge head though, to cover his horse's face. A four legged man with a massive head, large enough to contain horse.
Duck's with a vole's head. Voles with beaks. It could be a reality. Let us join hands and pray for animal variation. In the face.
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[07 Oct 2004|10:28am] |
Must go shower, Jimmy Trouser. Preperation for this fucking double shift. And then another shower, as i'll be grimy as fuck after the first one.
Must try to save money. Last night I could barely drink, but still knocked off three pints of Guiness. It has to be cut down. I'm in a good position to save cash, if only i'd fucking do it.
Okay, two pints tonight. Maybe.
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[07 Oct 2004|10:41am] |
My toes are fucking killing me. They're so dry that they're in excruciating pain. I need moistiureiser quick. Ooh...
Two messages from a Kingston dwelling Graham Burton. He says:
"Watching Black Books, drinking red wine, and I hate everyone here - fucking great g"
Obviously he has settle in just nicely then. And:
"Stuck in my own personal nightmare- a club that plays shit like 5, those bastards should be sent strait to the depths of hell. G"
Note the mistake, possibly due to rapid stabbing of buttons, confusing the auto speller. Looks like he's getting on fine, eh readers!
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[07 Oct 2004|10:44am] |
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Yep, that mood again. It's like this in the mornings....frisky....MR FUCKING CRISPY....oh the loins they do speak...in a language I do not understand.
What's that? NO. I'm not doing that...not after the last plane crashed.
Scattering the pain, that's what it's all about. Spread those seeds on the fields of decay.
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[07 Oct 2004|11:16am] |
Um.....just looked at my hair...
Don't need to do anything with it. It looks....nice....WHAT'S GOING ON?
Hmmmmmm.....I must be....PLEASED WITH MY APPEARANCE....
Woo..that doesn't happen often.
Sure a shift at the Bell will provide reasons to hate myself again. A comment from Mel about how I should get it cut. That usually ruins my day.
Ciao for now.
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[07 Oct 2004|04:07pm] |
Hello, my pretties. I am back from work......what a relaxing afternoon. Only thirty eight people, a sublime taste of liver and bacon with chips, and a chocolate FUCKING pudding.
We were out early. I sidled home, cursing my lack of batteries for my personal stereo. My toes hurt now, I may need to soak them. Want nicey nicey softy nicey feet. Not feet that a hobbit would baulk at. Hairy footed wankers.
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| Bolby's Diary is one year old. |
[07 Oct 2004|04:14pm] |
Read it now. Funballs for your eyeballs.
She's now eating FUCKING cappuchino froth and chortling.
It's been a twisted sister's year.
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| Knock out the eyes to seal yer demise. |
[07 Oct 2004|04:23pm] |
You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a
little bit cocky and usually associated with
evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You
probably just don't give a damn,but it's
everyone else's fault if you don't because
you're too awesome to have any real faults.
What Kind of Smile are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
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| Urrrgh.... |
[07 Oct 2004|05:43pm] |
I've eaten so much liver and bacon it's becoming a new part of my body. I *munch...* really love this stuff...
Oh, i'm not actually eating now.
I have to work this evening. Two tables, seven people. Thursdays are quite nice, as there is about four hours between shifts for me to do as I will. Mainly this.
You know it.
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[07 Oct 2004|05:50pm] |
I don't know what i'm going to do with this traffic cone I nicked. I'm sure someone must notice these things...however the compulsion to seek legal action is possibly not worth the time.
Hey, I was drunk...it was light. Reasonably.
Think i'll just hurl it into the cupboard with the road sign. If anybody wants to sign it, let me know. If you know me, or ever meet me, you're welcome to do so.
It can be our Blurty community road sign. Pointing our way to the future, or er....men digging with umbrellas. Well, that's what it looks like.
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[07 Oct 2004|05:53pm] |
Unusually, the posting has been picking up exponentially recently. Guess it's because i've had some things to talk about, either that, or i'm simply lying to you, now WHICH IS IT TO BE?
Now, we're rolling like a fat man down a canyon towards the 5k. That, with Anive's year old diary makes a pretty good brother/sister duo on this here diary site.
Check out the sibling madness. Any other er...sibling diarist out there? That means more than ONE of you on Blurty, not just the ones who HAVE siblings. Yer cheap whistlin' cruisers.
It's time for the parent's to flick through channels saying "What's on?", even after the fifteenth cycle through ALL the channels.
Fuck.
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[07 Oct 2004|05:57pm] |
Gotta go soon. As he is away at the weekend, father is pressing for computer useage. And I wanted to talk to people on IM too. PEOPLE WITH MOUTHS AND FINGERS AND EYES!
Still, there's always tomorrow.
Now I must leave with a stomach full of animal organs and empty it into a glamourised hole in the ground. You however, will do whatever you will. And that is fair enough. Just don't steal my bin bags again. I need those for kidnappings.
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