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[02 Dec 2004|08:49am] |
Woo..that wasn't Nobou from yesterday's song. Nope...my mistake. No, that was...someone else...still a great melody though.
Having said that, morning. Another familiar one with a bit more shaking, it really is rather cold, and if I budge an inch i'm going to be rattling like a skeleton on a teacup ride.
Spent the remainder of yesterday watching films, specifically Next Friday (Like the first but without any jokes, or script, or.....wel...anything really), playing Final Fantasy and drinking tea with skimmed milk...which gives it a dry watery texture I despise. It was better than the Guiness in the Bell though, bereft of gas. Watched a spelling quiz for kids, and imagined heckling them. I thought this was very funny. OI! Don't you even know how to spell "DEFEAT"?
Oh god..I didn't mean it, honest to bastard. Vacant staring fucks made me do it. Went to the Hell with Bolb, which now has one less of us to balance out the grey minded mass....having had one of our number dumped out this past Monday. We did our bit though, by humming and Bolby dragging bits out of Stella. A wing or a bit of leaf? Stick it under a microscope. Knowing Ian, it's a bit of skin.
Euch. Geoff came in and told us about his imaginary friend...a badger. Great stuff. He also hung about with a swan, called...SWAN.
Found the GD1 on the way back and slagged him off a bit, leading him up the path for a while.
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[02 Dec 2004|11:32am] |
And so you would have to say that I have little for you this morning, save to say that I will be back in the afternoon sometime. Until then, make up jokes about planets yourselves.
Bye for now.
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[02 Dec 2004|05:59pm] |
Okay, so here I am briefly....again, due to Bolby educational hii jinks the time we have is limited. I've instead been playing Final Fantasy X, battering a big fucking fish with turn based sword swinging, and watching Mona the Vampire too.
I like that cartoon, it's great. You should see Mona and friends...hmm.maybe you do..considering the average age of Blurty journallers. I like the imclusion of a scrowling man, or space alien usually on the cusp of some sort of imagination/reality limbo created by Mona. You're lying MONA! To your friends and to yourself! They're only playing along with you until the medicine takes effect.
She's a warped girl.
More about tonight in a mo....as soon as my wrist regains some blood. The afternoon's work took fifty four OAP's into it's bosom, feeding them until they trotted out again, and I washed their things up. I have a perfect kitchen left there. Which is just as well really, as in about twenty four minutes there is a party of fifteen upstairs. This will require me being early, and with my luck, a fucking bucket upstairs, further complicating my work tonight.
Others booked too. I will need drink.
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[02 Dec 2004|06:10pm] |
Fuck building spaceships to see the stars, cures for things and skiing down mountains...the best thing ever is the television program Bolb was talking about, which featured a panda bear doing a hand stand whilst pissing on a tree.
You see? It's there if you look. I want programs about camels brandishing knives and raccoons dancing around razor blades. There is room for all.
You know cats could eat more cakes if there was more meat in them. I'd love to make cakes for cats, although they may just end up being squares or circles of meat. Meat cakes. For cats.
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[02 Dec 2004|06:19pm] |
Bears that managed to look like a chummy threesome posing for a holiday photograph, despite having been shot in the face and nuts, had their insides torn out with a metal hell implement, and slung across an idiot's floor.
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[02 Dec 2004|06:31pm] |
The cunt's everywhere. The lies begin again...you see him here, you see him there, you see him everywhere...filling supermarkets..whoreing his bearded face for the Co-Op or something. Handing out plastic swords to grim urchins to keep them from annoying their damn apathetic parents.
It's not on...last week I saw Santa slumped in a doorway, teeth kicked out, dirty beard...and gulping down an old bent can of lag.....er...that was a drunk...i'm sorry...still...if you think about it...Santa is a garishly coloured drunk..a fucking RED DRUNK WITH PRESENTS.
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[02 Dec 2004|06:39pm] |
Mother is listening to Christmas music fashioned by audio clips of cats meiowing in melody. It's funny, but also makes me cry for my soul inside. I think my mother is culturally dead.
She has a dog one, too. If I had one, they'd be the cheers of escaped prisoners during a riot.
Yeah.
Not long till work now.
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[02 Dec 2004|06:51pm] |
First helicopter to fly to the top of a mountain this day in 1975.......the same year as Rent A Ghost was originally shown in Borstals across the country, and the wooden penny became legal tender.
Listen, you trousers louses...i'm going to have to fuck off out of it...so i'll bid you bye yer screw collectors....enjoy this evening and watch me leaving!
Bye for now.
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