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[06 Dec 2004|08:54am] |
The Bell on a Sunday night is hardly heaving. At least, it was not last night. A mere three rolls and a bowl of chips were sold, in contrast to the seventy people that afternoon.
What's surprising is the decent talk I have with Ian. Now then, although there are frankly YAWNING gaps opening up between factions that I can do nothing about, I explained to him that I will not take sides in it, as I am friends with certain people for their encouragement and their meaning to me.
He took this and understood it, even saying he'd hoped it was what I would say. Regardless of all that has happened, there is still a mutual respect there, regardless of mocking asides.
And the other thing? I don't know.....that is little to me.
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[06 Dec 2004|09:13am] |
An almighty bowel emptying that one. Why does it all gather in that corner of the bowl? Disgusting, it looks like a mudslide.
Oh yeah...Monday! Yes, I hate it. If I did not have work I could enjoy the day and gather things for college at my leisure. I don't have this luxury, sadly. I'm likely to start getting a later train, as I wouldn't be greatly later than various others anyway. Forty six minutes past five sounds friendly.
As this year hurtles to it's end, it's finally beginning to crash on me what exactly is going to happen next year. Whatever happens to me, I won't be here yawning in front of the screen. For the first time in my life, I can actually believe that.
For now though, the yawns come fast. And they're making me angry.
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[06 Dec 2004|09:28am] |
Well, ffradio.com has solved all my ff problems. A thousand tracks to listen to, every fucking day. That is frankly, awesome. In a "dude" voice. Five surfboards out of five. Sweet.
Des is here. He must be fairly annoyed that i've taken an hour to feed him, even picking up both his front paws and making him dance bipedally to "Blitz Ball Gamblers". Bolb, think about the scene under your room at that point. Now he's back in here slumping off, fed up and fed up.
You're fed now! What's the problem?
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| Twas the night before Christmas... |
[06 Dec 2004|09:48am] |
and my true love gave to me....
...the faces of everbody i'd ever met, on a necklace made of skin...
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[06 Dec 2004|04:11pm] |
Well, hello there. As my afternoon has yet again been totally fucked up by an extremely busy and annoying shift, I have little time to spend typing and doing anything interesting. Of course, college is very inspiring; but when you're utterly fed up and yawning your tongue through your eyeballs at six thirty having been up to the bollocks in washing up, nothing really appears to be very welcome. I must go though.
I'm watching.
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[06 Dec 2004|04:36pm] |
Okay, i'm outta here....time to brave the carriages full of chav livestock and assorted dreary colourless lives on my way to college. I shall not be as attentive as i'd like...i'm just too tired.
See you all later.
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