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[12 Dec 2004|10:16am] |
Rather odd night really. I was am still am aching all over from I don't know what; my legs do not work and I feel like my mid section has been kicked around a school yard by a bear. To make matters worse, I cut my finger in such a place to make it bleed profusely, and this reminded poor Kelly about seeing a man get hit by a car earlier, sending her into tears. Nice one, Phylly.
The work for everyone seemingly, was wretched. The playhouse combined with the twenty nine upstairs meant we were all there late. Very grateful I was however when Lisa turned up to help her sister and I to finish up. What a lovely family. She also dropped off my Christmas card, which reminds me..I shall have to start writing some myself soon.
Frankly, i'm weakened a little from blood loss..I think that's what it was...only a small amount but enough to add to my already tired frame. The frightening thing is my sentences were quick and short last night, as were my breaths.
Feel no better this morning really.
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[12 Dec 2004|10:26am] |
Shopping on Wednesday. I envision dancing happily down darkening streets, twinkling fairy lights lining the buildings, people having fun...carol singers...ther's a dog with baubles for eyes! Happy Christams!
No..it'll be trudging in my leaking trainers past dank boarded up windows, staring at sings telling me that I can buy three rubbish DVD's for six pence, groups of chavs replacing the carol singers with a prole child's hymn....and listening to my friend and his black hole hearted wife arguing all the way.
Yes, it's going to be hell. But i'll have money to fucking burn.
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[12 Dec 2004|10:32am] |
Watching Garfileld's Christmas Special, which I intened to ram into my eyes every fucking day until I bleed cunting Xmas....
Yes, it's got to that point now where the season is so hard to feel anymore you literally have to scratch holly and broken baubles down your face to remind yourself what time of year it is, having had the soul and happiness shat out by years of having your mother buy presents "from" people who've sent gift vouchers. I know it's her, she writes the "n" in my name like an upside down "U".
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[12 Dec 2004|11:02am] |
Sunday lunch looms like an uncles face over a baby's pram. I'm not endeared towards it, frankly, and could find better ways to spend my time, llike hanging about with abruptly violent prison warders and their families.
At any rate, i'd better go.
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[12 Dec 2004|08:22pm] |
Right then...i'm now outta here, and I intend to drink and smoke with no regard for my health. Bleed my radiators!
Bye for now.
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