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[13 Oct 2004|09:40am] |
Five pints of Guiness....don't feel too bad...but not as good as I normally don't. Or do.
A tad more lively last night. Andy made a rare appearance at the bar for a drink. Spoke to him a lot about kids...about the hilarious antics of Charlie. I must say these talks are amusing and insightful. I may be scared of children to the point of avoiding them entirely..but Andy does have amusing stories about his little boy.
It's amazing..in what seems like months my friends children are growing up. Generations appearing everywhere....like the seeds thrown from plants. Alica and lucy are in the latter part of their teens, hurtling towards twenty. What's going on?
Saw a woman I liked last night. She reminded me of someone I had an....almost thing with...nearly...not quite. It never happened. But she maybe sorta liked me...a bit...
Too many maybes....this girl had a face just like her...but was much sexier....she came into the pub in a pink top meant for cold weather...perfectly fitting her figure...and sat with Anne. At various times I was distracted from talking to Andy to flit a look over....just once or twice...she was looking at me.
Erk. Was that a good look? Or a mocking smile? Fuck knows...she was nice though....yeah..I was attracted...ATTRACTED DAMMIT.
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[13 Oct 2004|10:09am] |
Urgh. This headache is playing havoc with my eyeball. It's as if the brain is poking it, and saying "Yeah...you want some? Do you?" and the eye is not having it. Ignore it mate..
It's actually moving. Stupid horny hungover Phylly........yawning unpleasantly. Wonder what Lockwood would make of it?
Dearest mother. Due to my recent unpleasant experiences with the horrific Heathcliff and his unhappy brood, I did decamp to dear Kent, with it's flatlands, surly faces, and street muggings. It's a bland horizon, to be sure, but at least is punctuated by groaning buildings, apologetic foliage, and transvestite animals. Some of which wander the streets looking for mercy.
I did offer none, as I was hurrying myself to the pub to get accquainted with the local cheery folk, as they simply must have been coming from such a prosperous area.
Not a bit of it. They're miserable cunts.
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[13 Oct 2004|10:15am] |
Holby City is more dreadful than I gave it credit for. You have a sprinking of catalogue models arguing in corridors, talking in front of generic patients, a hopelessly insultingly stereotypical Irish family who hate everything outside their caravan, and a "flirtatious" cosmetic surgeon who looks and acts like a pantomime version of Prince. Awful, rubbish....Nobody really operates either, they poke at a gash for a while, creasing the brow, then continuing an argmuent they had in a corrdior earlier, before something bad happens and they have to put the patient in theatre...which you'd assume they were already in.
If E.R is the rush hour, Holby is South Easter trains.
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[13 Oct 2004|11:47am] |
Okay, I have to get off here early, and to be honest i've got fuck all to do with myself today, so I think i'll just go and lie about for eight hours, staring at the chewed up pieces of paper on my ceiling.
It's a life. Perhaps i'll go out. Yeah! HA HA! Like that's going to happen! Now get off with yer!
Bye for now.
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| Dirty love. |
[13 Oct 2004|11:51am] |
You are dark love. You wish for a companion that
truly understands you and who you can truly
understand, which may not always be easy.
What kind of love are you?
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[13 Oct 2004|03:58pm] |
Spent most of the afternoon drawing in a college brochure. Lots of chortles and swearing. Bolb came in later and did the same, drawing a cat's head in a basket. Don't ask.
I also have been playing FF X. My day is fun packed. Like a colostemy bag full of rocks.
Fucking hell, i'm going mad. Best get some homework done soon.
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[13 Oct 2004|05:07pm] |
Blurty Personals that never made it:
Name: Soap_dispenser
Where i'd like to be right now "Slipping on a pile of marbles at the opera, on my way back from the popcorn counter."
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| Hur hur...it's the flirting thing again. |
[13 Oct 2004|05:09pm] |
I'm not very good at it, really. Getting better, but still too embarrassed of myself to make genuine attempts of suggestive talk to somebody. Perhaps this will work!
Phylly Boy's Flirtation techniques.
This is based on the Channel 5 show about flirting, featuringour very own Megaphonic, of course. Here's my version, based on the premise that I would flirt with you on a VERY different level. Take that cutie last night, seriously nice..I sat playing with my hair, and it actually looked as if I was trying to fashion shapes out of it, rather than make a coquettish suggestive glance at her beneath my bangs.
SO! Here we go: Flirting Guide: Part 1:
EYE CONTACT:
What the sexy woman presenter off the program says, or something like it:
"Come into the room with a purpose, like you mean it...stand and look around, LET PEOPLE KNOW YOU'VE ARRIVED. "
What I say:
"Bash the door hurriedly and harshly, with a balled up fist. Remember door is unlocked, and push open, screaming "ARGHHHH!", whether disturbed or not. Upon entering, stare TOO intently around room, focussing on every single person as if you were the Terminator surveying a victim. Let eyes dart suspiciously around, as if everybody was an enemy. Flail limbs randomly, uncaring of anyone being in limb swinging distance.
""So what do you do then?"
"SCROOOOOWROOOOOOOOOWLWLWLLWLWL!"
"Oh, that's..interesting....."
When done. Find a person you find attractive. Stare at them SOLIDLY FOR TEN MINUTES. Watch them initially notice, maybe smile, then get slightly anxious that you're still looking at them, because you ARE. See them avert gaze, looking back to see if you've stopped staring. YOU HAVEN'T. Watch them think of saying something like "Erm...why are you looking at me like that? You're scaring me...." Occasionally rub eyes with both hands, like in a humorous physical representation of the sentence "I can't believe what i'm seeing!". Then laugh over to the punch bowl, and pour yourself a big fucking glass of it. Get wankered. Continue to stare and scream at various people merely whenever you feel like it.
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| Love Is..........Phylly Boy's Dream Date |
[13 Oct 2004|05:20pm] |
"Hi there...nice to meet you...i'm Neil....friends call me...Phylly BOI."
"Oh...why's that?"
"BECAUSE OF TELETEXT! Ha haa...they got my name wrong....my sister's called Helen...or BOLB"
"Oh...great.."
"What's your name, then?"
"Li..."
"LI? GREAT NAME!"
"Er...you didn't let me finish....I meant Li.."
"Yeah cheers..fancy a drink?"
"We're at the zoo"
"Fucking hell....I knew those barman were a bit hairy...and the drinks they gave me were a bit disgusting looking too...here...I had to REALLY wrestle them for the drink too...they seemed happy to part with it in the end though...almost TOO HAPPY, IF yer know what I mean..."
"Euch..."
"Come on...i'll take you to the hyena enclosure...we can talk without any noise there."
"........................."
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[13 Oct 2004|05:24pm] |
Been thinking about ducks. About if their legs are put on after they leave the water...whenever I see them bobbing about on lakes like beaked buoy cunts, I never see feet, ever. Not even in clear water....when they try to leave the ponds I bet they get beached...just stay there on the bank.....easy prey for stray dogs.
What?
Seagulls are wrong.
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| This seagull's a fucking good for nothing.... |
[13 Oct 2004|05:29pm] |
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[13 Oct 2004|06:11pm] |
Added a hugs counter, because I like the funny faces...look at them..I could kick them into frowns quicker than you can say piss on the pies.
And because i'm looking for cheap affection, too.
You know, if this was your diary you'd be me. But you're not, so you can read it instead. Tonight I may read some more Bronte. I cannot sustain the energy to write, think, or do my homework until Sunday. That'll be my working nights, after the weekend is completed.
Back to work tomorrow. It's boringly predictable.
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| Interesting Stats. |
[13 Oct 2004|07:31pm] |
From the blurty stats screen:
Male: 87514 (18.6%)
Female: 382417 (81.4%)
Unspecified: 139879
There's lots of stuff...
http://www.blurty.com/stats.bml
About three times more ladies than gents. Hello, girls.
Seriously...I wonder what it is that makes journalling so much more a women's forum than men. It's such a giant discrepency, it must make a fucking goodp psychological thesis.
I'll be damned if i'm going to write it.
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[13 Oct 2004|07:59pm] |
Oh for fuck's sake, they've put "The Bill" on. If I have to watch another fucking scene of two coppers knocking on the door of a flat, only to be told by the neighbour that "They're out I think, but you wanna nick 'em..they're trouble" once more, i'll burn every tree I see and use the resultant charcoal to daub grafitti all over the ITV television studios.
I'm off...keep a light on for me, and keep it tight for me.
Muah.
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