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[01 Nov 2004|08:16am] |
Upon entering the Bell last night, a slaggy little chav witch decided to fuck with me, as she sat with her white lightning chugging whore spawn friends under a lidless moon.
"Skank!" she shouted, in a voice too terrible and scratchy to sound anything other than amusing. What? I thought....immediately taking this to heart......but then I thought....hang on..this is a chav cuntess....I need not take this thing seriously. I shouted across the street "Would you like to come HERE and say that?", in a voice far more assured and menacing that I thought I were capable. The little twat simply replied "Er...no thanks".
Just about sums it up, really. No...you wouldn't, so FUCK off. Now then, it is not in my mind or body to want to hit a woman...but as this shitball had lost all pretensions of gender I would have happily knocked her sideways with a single strike of the hand, should she so much as approach me and blink the wrong way with her untidy wrenched pony tail and messy masculine leering demeanour. Ick. I am NOT going to be fucked with anymore by these cretins. Take on the traits of your disgusting male pupae friends and you will be treated as such.
And look, i've never got into a fight. Ever. But if it comes to it, I will not hold back.
Anyway, the Bell was quite quiet....one of the twins was drinking with her friends in the Public Bar as she is leaving, however I would forward a guess that like our merry band this is merely an excuse to consume massive quantities of alcohol. I know it well.
Did some more panicky studying. To no avail. Tonight I will wing it, I think. It's back to work and then college in the evening.
Back this afternoon to finish up the work...for a little while. Not much apart from tht today. Scoot!
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[01 Nov 2004|08:38am] |
Just tried acting out the opening scene of "the Fellowship of the Ring" with Des....this proves difficult as we have no cart (Meaning I have to carry Des and "pretend" to ride a cart at the same time), and well.....he's a cat...a fucking time bomb of a cat.
"........A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins...neither is he early....he arrives precisely when he means to!" (Pick up Des)
"(*Muffled voice*, screamed into Des's fur, to at least give impression that he is Frodo) Mnyuis Goodsh to shee Nyoo GANDALF!"
"Hahahah *Hug Des*"
Yes...so this continues in the same vein. You really ought to see us..our chortling feline human play. Well, I was laughing. Next week, "Scum"
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[01 Nov 2004|08:59am] |
Me as Aragorn, Des as Thedon.
"GO OUT AND MEET THEM IN BATTLE!"
"*Des looks at me....moon eyes dejected, then looks downwards at his useless feet..*..................."
"Dammit DES...er...Thedon!"
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[01 Nov 2004|09:03am] |
Me as Aragorn, Des as Thedon.
"GO OUT AND MEET THEM IN BATTLE!"
"*Des looks at me....moon eyes dejected, then looks downwards at his useless feet..*..................."
"Dammit DES...er...Thedon!"
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[01 Nov 2004|03:52pm] |
Well. Fucking hell. Recieved a warm welcome upon my return to the Bell, apparently my return is necessary, after a week of dirty cutlery and a FILTHY floor, that looks like a stable floor that hasn't been even BRUSHED in months.
I had to clean this fucking thing, as well as sort out a stupidly busy forty two people's fucking washing up. I was twenty minutes late and have barely an hour before I have to raise the energy to go to college amongst chavs and the indifferent.
I am not happy. And I still am no better equipped for this sodding presentation. At least I knocked out some old crap for the essay. Hopefully there is enough rambling toss in there to keep a tutor happy. I can't say i'm bothered anymore. I just want this day over with so I can sit at the bar thinking and drinking nice things.
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[01 Nov 2004|04:33pm] |
Oh my god. I have been blessed with an autumnal heaven. The first sunset after the clocks go back. The sky is a fire, lit up by a bloody sun behind black clouds. It's like looking at soot on the surface of a brilliant blanket of luminous crimson.
It's what beauty was made for.
We will walk underneath it one day.
That's all for now, you lot.... I go to my literary doom or success. The wind behind me, the fear ahead. But also; the ultimate goal. To do something difficult and know i've achieved.
Good night.
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