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[26 Nov 2004|09:05am] |
No, that was the best e-mail yet. By god. I'm going to have to be extremely good to you in return. I can only try my best.
Now then. Morning. Stupidly tiring as last night was, it was necessary. I got the kitchen as clean as was physically possible in the time allowed, and then drank some Guiness while Ian told me exactly what was wrong with me again.
Don't feel so bad about breaking that mug now. I think the advice "let it go over your head" from Gordon was welcome though, and I did just that. Mr Young fails to consider that i'm a better man than ever, and can only improve.
He....well........decide for yourselves.
There are horrid noises coming from me this morning. I feel like a farmyard.
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[26 Nov 2004|09:07am] |
I'm so tired. I know it's the Guiness and that's affecting any proper sleep i'm having, but the fact is i'd sleep a lot less without it. Oh to find another way.
Today is half day Friday. No work this evening..but a health inspector visiting...er...now. With any luck all our preening will not have been in vain. Most is unecessary, but for a periodic clean...but there is always the chance he is overly anal.
Get out! I am worried!
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[26 Nov 2004|09:10am] |
Recognise the change in me now...i'm still yer oddball Phylly..nervous flitting conversation..the bear factor...cats my main stay pay....never been better when it comes to writing about insulting kids on tv art shows...
But i'm changing somewhere. Quite a bit, actually. And it's a great thing. Like finding a big iced gem. Wooo...how much fun would I have? Loads...
Back in a moment with more from the hated art.
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[26 Nov 2004|10:11am] |
Alright, piss off...calm down...oi! If you don't slink off i'll barge you into a sun, alright?
Here's me next disintegration of money..it's a book by Armando Iannucci. I'll apologise to my conscience later, this sounds very funny; despite it being further proof that there is always someone acheingly a lot more concisely funny than I am. The dirty cerebral whore. Gotta love him.
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[26 Nov 2004|10:16am] |
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Life should be as exciting as this tune. It's a thundering building epic in keeping with it's tale of world straddling epic tales.
I miss those days chasing Sephiroth, evading the Turks, going into a psychological hell only escapable by facing the past.
Woo...what a game. Somebody get me a sword.
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[26 Nov 2004|11:15am] |
No adventures today, no sweeping across worlds in flying boats, indulging in travels through twinkling crystal caverns...and no sweeping orchestral music backing a climb up a magical giant tree.
No, instead I get to wash plates and imagine. The simple life of a kitchen porter.
Let's see how we did. Bye for now, folks.
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[26 Nov 2004|06:22pm] |
Been here a while, but been er...preoccupied online by other matters. Very good ones though, I have to tell you.
Work was hell, but not the inferno of yesterday. Just deeply irritating.
But wait! We got...a GOLD FUCKING AWARD. The best available. All that sodding about under worktops was only slightly disappointing in the end then.
I wanted platinum dammit. Still, I am slightly proud. I'm also tired and talking, so this is brief. Now geddoudaheah.
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