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[18 Dec 2004|12:54am] |
Tired. As you lot know, my energy for writing is drifting...along with my ability to do...well...anything at the moment. I am not the scribe I once was. Perhaps this will change..but i'm sincerely unhappy with my ability to document.
However, i'm not unhappy about tonight. It was amusing..a man fell down some stairs during a party..and I laughed at his inability to determine whether he was pissed, seeking a lawsuit, or simply experiencing a simple accident. I also procured a small comb, with which I scraped some fur off Punch -Which I will show you tomorrow, or today technically - a skeleton, and a ruler with some shapes in...all cracker toys...crackers are fucking gods of the cheap sentiment. Don't know WHICH way they want to go.
At any rate....my arms and mind are acheing, and so is my heart. I am lone...and will have to wait for that to be fixed. Not very long now. Perhaps this is why I am a little melancholy....I still must wait......
Goodnight.
xxx
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[18 Dec 2004|10:07am] |
Saturday. A week exact before Christmas. The only nice thing about is that the next one will only be a half day's work. This week we do the double as usual...and I hate the whole thing. I want to be watching Frasier, drinking stewed tea and coughing, not washing up for fools with a broken mind.
Ah well...
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[18 Dec 2004|11:11am] |
Right. Time to go then. Another day quite bereft of festivity for your's truly. I'll likely not appear for a fucking while, having been reduced to bitterness and anger by my fucking job.
See you later.
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[18 Dec 2004|11:16am] |
Oh yes..the fucking fur I got off that demonic ginger tomcat....i'll scan it later with any luck. Fur crying out loud!
Bye for now.
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[18 Dec 2004|03:57pm] |
Curiously easy afternoon's work..though tiring...twenty one people ate stupid meals and a colossal amount of shit to clear up and I was out reasonably on time.
My limbs are hurting a lot. I can hardly type without my arm falling off...i'm running out. Look, get me a stick and a wheel, or i'll sting you with an eel!
Afternoon, then.
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[18 Dec 2004|05:14pm] |
Suzy time. She seems okay.....I was worried all day, but i'm glad she's holding up...check it out, yer blimey limeys, it's only two weeks and one day.
Oh yeah.
x
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[18 Dec 2004|06:34pm] |
Westlife are performing on some awful clap a long wankover of classic rat pack tunes, in suits and hairstyles so annoying it makes me wish that all real fans of that style of music would kick each member squarely in the nuts until they couldn't fucking breed if their lives depended on it.
Cunts.
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[18 Dec 2004|06:59pm] |
Okay, that's it..i'm way past leaving time...just say a prayer for my stupid legs and arms...the fuckers are going to be stretched tonight.
Toodles.
xx
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