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[16 Dec 2004|09:02am] |
I am a tired young man. I probably should not have sought another four pints of Guiness last night, being so ill and weary after a day's sodding shopping, but I did. Hey, Graham was there, reading...and it was twenty minutes before we knew each other were there. We spent the rest of the evening drinking, talking and drinking some more. The LHC do a lot of drinking. And smoking, we did some of that too. Went home and watched Frasier. Thank fuck for long seasons...I still have twenty left to watch.
It's a good season too. The second, I believe.
Work today. Busy, too...with a buffet of thirty tonight, at least. This may keep me from the bar and spending too much, though..so i'm fairly happy about that.
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[16 Dec 2004|05:07pm] |
Very large amount of work this lunchtime. Forty eight people, and a cuntload of work to do besides that meant another thirty minutes of my life had to be thrown away washing a filthy kitchen, putting everything away, and emptying bins at the end. Dave came around to do some scanning (The Bell, not Uncle), and that was basically it. I find it's best not to dwell to much upon work at the moment, otherwise I shall probably explode each part of my body one by one, in an attempt to purge the fucking thing out thoroughly.
This will be no doubt the case tonight, after a buffet for thirty, who are in late enough to cause problems. I am tired and ratty, but no more than that. Really, i'm fine now.
YES.
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[16 Dec 2004|05:14pm] |
Oh...Daisy's back from uni. Now it seems the far studying breed are back at the Bell, which is making for at least a nicer more broad atmosphere. She commented that my hair made me look like Micheal Hutchence. I do not think I do, but I take it as a compliment.
Really want some Beanie action right now.
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[16 Dec 2004|06:37pm] |
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This is the best U2 record in years. At least as far as emotionally charged landscape straddling epics go, these little sods are kings.
In fact, it's a song that is a rarity in that it occasionally gives me a lump in the throat when I sing it...feeling at the most vulnerable..
Fantastic. Get your fucking lighters out. Actually don't, they'll stink out the joint.
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Where's my fucking bike, you monochrome, lying cunt?
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