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[17 Dec 2004|12:26am] |
Pretty good night. Washed up for a mere thirteen people, then took a break to wait for the thirty people having a buffet to finish eating. Drank some stout whilst shouting along to A-Ha and doing that work....and then felt my legs drop out from under me like some kind of hammered planks.
I am tired, and missing Beanie.
Anyway, goodnight.
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[17 Dec 2004|09:34am] |
Morning. The last week before Christmas looms like an untidy Avril Lavigne make up job, baubles spilling over untiduly, reindeers eating from my bins....and more work.
Yesterday was draining, frankly...although tottering around the kitchen drunk on Guiness and working was amusing, especially as I saw Lyndsay and Mel dancing to "Still more fighting" from Final Fantasy VII. Has to be one of the more surreal experiences of my life. Only Bolb will really know what I mean.
Just the one shift today. I hope.
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[17 Dec 2004|10:02am] |
Well, thanks for that Blurty. I'd like to think when you're updating your LIFE AND FUCKING TIMES i'll be within my full powers to DELETE IT ALL FOR YOU.
FUCK.
Anyway, it wasn't important. Just something about Christmas and work. I'm going to see how many baubles I can find, and make a big pit out of them. Bauble pit! Like a ball pit, but with more chance of lacerations.
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[17 Dec 2004|10:05am] |
Oh, so yer did post it, then? Well why didn't you tell me? God. If I see another "yoof" directed morning television compilation of crap shows like "Chancers" ( I mean really, Fatman FUCKING Scoop, telling young aspiring artists what's WRONG with THEIR MUSIC? Cunt.), fuckfaced sarcastically whining presenters, and the Scissor Cunting Sisters played on EVERY clip show of star interviews, as well as the omnipresent "jokey" bits...in which idiots cunt around during interviews..parping a horn, or saying something amusing to Brad Pitt thinking they'll be remembered for eons...
I don't know...i'll start systematically removing traffic lights from Britain's roads.
FUCK!
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[17 Dec 2004|03:51pm] |
Really fed up with work today, it's been long, dirty and tiring once again, and to top it all off I think the dishwasher is on the blink again. The water was cold when I left, meaning there's probably something wrong with the fucking element.
Great. Another wonderful day. If I wasn't so tired i'd be crying. I'm having no fun at all working at the moment. A good two hour's overtime without pay is what it effectively is.
Fuck's sake.
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Yes, it is...my blood pressure feels fast and i'm tense..i'm so brittle today I may at the slightest provocation either cry, smash the cunting keyboard, or plot the death of the cast of the film Dark Star.
Not really. I'm incredibly irritable though. I had better get some food, i've had nothing to eat and the curry I was given by Andy is STILL AT THE BELL.
Oh, and I can't write either. Really. I've run out of ideas. I'm about as mentally fertile as a decapitated bricklayer.
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[17 Dec 2004|05:46pm] |
So SOOZ is off on the old Christmas party...a time for photocopying arses, drinking punch, and ramming the bosses head through a double glazing window.
Go on, Beanie, you know you want to do it....
I shall miss my Delawarian sistah. Lunchtime is usually our little contact time during the week. However, I shall console myself with some Frasier and nice imdulgent mixed grill. Then I will go to the pub and try to cheer the fuck up.
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