| From Beanie's journal. |
[21 Nov 2004|06:45pm] |
THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW
1) Jeans
2) Blue works shirt thing
3) Red boxers
THREE THINGS ON MY DESK
1) My foot.
2) A plastic shit of a computer
3) A cd case, desolate and slightly dispiriting.
THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE
1) What Suzy said.
2) Jump about with a massive sword in a dystopian epic.
3) Become a writer, professionally and personally.
THREE GOOD WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY
1) Innocently sensitive
2) Abstractly humorous
3) Quite funny. Probably. Bums. Weasels. Wrestling bears.
THREE BAD THINGS ABOUT MY PERSONALITY
1) Indescreetly bitchy.
2) Self indulgent.
3) Skittish.
THREE PARTS OF MY HERITAGE
1) Scottish
2) Italian.
3) Welsh
THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY BODY
1) Eyes
2) Arms
3) Hair
THREE THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MY BODY
1) Skin
2) My jaw shape
3) Teeth
THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME
1) I talk to myself. A lot.
2) When i'm tired I talk considerably more sense.
3) Got the ol' BDD ain't I?
THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST
1) "GOD!"
2) "Alright mate?"
3) "Get out"
THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO
1) Delaware. I don't think i'd see many sights though. But it would be fucking amazing.
2) Canada
3) Japan.
THREE NAMES THAT I GO BY
1) Phylly Boy
2) Neil.
3) Stills
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[21 Nov 2004|07:15pm] |
A long absence. Due to a hefty intake last night..of Guiness...as you would expect, I was suffering this morning. We'd had fifty in last night...and due to this we were out swifltly. Lisa did not work, and was replaced by her madder, more laughing sister.
She was a friendly character, and worked well. She also brought with her some chocolate that Lisa - in an utterly sweet gesture - had got for me.
Why do women buy me sweets? Remember Lyndsays's tube of Smarties? Yep...you do...I think I look like need chocolate, being the pasty small chap I am. After work I necked Guiness with Stoney and Graham's cousin Anna, a nice Aussie girl with a soft accent.
When Anna departed, Stoney and I went to the New Inn, to meet up with Lucy and her new overseer. His name is Beetle. He had a slightly open mouth and a raked over look. He apparently saved her from a drugs hell in Canterbury.
Anyway, all in all my drinking overtook reasonable measure, and I got wankered. Playing songs on the jukebox, shouting, and playing pool.
This morning I had a headache, which was one of those that threatens to destroy if so much as looked at. So I lay in my bed thinking of nice things to alleviate it. This did to a point, and I reluctantly dragged myself to the bathroom to shower and groan and blink and glare at my reflection.
Went to work, and eased up after a while, the work reducing my headache for a while, but leaving me weary and lacking in energy afterwards. Joined Stoney at the bar and had a drink. And as the darkness fell in the Bell and the last lights were switched off, I came home. I'm now talking to Beanie. And she's making me very happy.
Bye for now. This is today's only update.
Muah.
Woo. And Yay. Indeed.
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