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[31 Dec 2004|10:23am] |
Woo...well....my leg is truly fucked. It's been giving me pains for a few weeks now, and is currently refusing to move without a dull ache.
Jointed cunt. Anyway, it's New Year's Eve. Last night...the horrors of work dragged out until ten thirty...more overtime due to about thirty walk ins...not much fun when I don't get paid to be there that late. However, I only really do it to save myself a mountain of washing up the next morning, so it is something of my own fault. Went out to the bar to have a quick rest before being dragged around the corner by Graham and Stuart, and I obliged pretty happily.
Afterwards, danced in the moonlight as Graham and Stuart sat on a wall. Stoney heard us, and soon emerge....and we drifted to the station to have a smoke. My last night out before the New Year.
Yep...the fact is...I just do not want to go out. People have been asking me constantly...not ever remembering the fact that a: I don't want to get drunk b: I'm very tired and ill for reasons I still don't know c: I'm having a fucking long weekend in more ways than one. And I simply don't feel like it. No reflection on my friends, who I love very much.
Ah well, whaddyagottado.
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[31 Dec 2004|11:18am] |
Parsnips are lazy,
their lives are hazy
just dropouts to the root vegetable code
oh, they might be earnest,
but they ain't the learnest
If you want a good vegetable, have a turnip,
they're much the same.
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[31 Dec 2004|11:20am] |
I've got to go...it's time for the last shift of 2004. No doubt it will be a lousy bookend, much as the inbetween was....and the start.
Get out. Find me a coconut. Buy me a book...with blank covers and pages.
No.
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[31 Dec 2004|04:18pm] |
2004, or rather this fucking THORN of a year is slowly being pulled panifully from my flesh, and will soon disintegrate into what I really hope is a better following year. It's not looking bad, I have to say, unlike this fucking last day....featuring a horror filled thirty eight lunches, and a lot of crap...everywhere. I'm utterly miserable with work today. I have nothing more to say, other than I shall get drunk and stay in watching "Dark Crystal". May venture out late to see people outside the Bell, but I doubt it. There's nothing celebratory in my soul...I am lonely and impatient. And I want to get out of here.
Now, i'm going to punt small ships around a massive void in Homeworld...one of my digital loves. Ooh...my fucking muscles are tense again.
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| Our great New Year's Eve |
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"Somebody invited a locust swarm to the party....the pub was a nightmare when the bongs went out"
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[31 Dec 2004|07:17pm] |
Okay, looks like time to get drunk. I'd like to talk to Suz, but I think she's probably out on the town....this is the mainstay of my depression tonight. I can't see her and she's only eighty fucking miles away. I'm going to mix drinks until I piss fake happiness.
Very sad tonight. I know it's only two days....but on New Year's Eve, it seems like forty eight hours....
It is.
Oh.
Right, let's busy ourselves with necking Mould's alcohol. These invariably consist of grossly coloured cocktails, and creamy liquers. Okay, we'll start with one of those. Bottoms up.
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[31 Dec 2004|07:22pm] |
I haven't done this in a while....being largely confined to Guiness consumption at an overpriced tavern. First up, we have...Tia Maria....cream liquer........
Nice...smooth sweet milkshaky taste, with a hint of crying tears. Unabashed brown soul seeping from the mind. It's alright, this....now..you're supposed to sip this....so....
Ah....all gone. You've got to remember that my sips are roughly the same volume and density of the average blue whale gulping up water in an ocean.
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[31 Dec 2004|07:25pm] |
Drink No.2
Archer's and lemonade. It's not bad...tastes a little like a flowery air freshener...crushed into liquid and mixed with flat pop. Let's see how I do with this one, folks.
Hmm...not feeling anything so far. Hopefully it'll all kick in soon and I can be asleep before one having wept inside and emptied the booze box.
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[31 Dec 2004|07:28pm] |
Righty, then. The fucking third one...this is called "Paradise Isle", and er....gulp.....it's a coconut rum....and tasting it reveals it's slightly less heavenly than the title suggests. Indeed it's more of a cheap representation of heaven, with candy floss and stapled on wings. Bleurgh...down in one, then.
Ooh..not quite..it's quite rich...tastes like pritt stick mixed with ice cream.
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[31 Dec 2004|07:31pm] |
Okay, no4 now, and I think you'll agree that i'm doing pretty well at proving myself an emotional drunk, by having downed that fucking lot in about ten minutes...
Fuck that though, check me out...
This one's called "Country Satin", a messy coagulation of wine, spirits, cream and probably petrol. It's got everything, although the titles two words do seem to have a mutually blunting effect towards one another. According to Mould, it's a "cheap Bailey's" clone. But hey, it's a brown sodding party in the mouth. Might have more later. For now, i'll sling it back like cunting cough sweets.
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[31 Dec 2004|07:35pm] |
Well, I hope you're enjoying this trip through a mother's annual alcohol stash. It's hers, and i'm drinking it. Right in front of her face. Asking her about it.
Oh..."My dad's the Prime Minister" is a tucked away gem on this new year's eve. It's a smartly written, unbiased political family comedy. Excellent, and it doesn't rely on jokes squarely aimed at specific figures. Try it, you'll like it. Okay, now, onto more bad influences.
Dutch Advocaart. Commonly known as a snowball. Even more colloquially known to me as "that weird yellow drink my aunt used to give me when we visited at Christmas, my god when are they going to get the lego out, can we play on the spectrum, are we going for lunch and dinner or just dinner? Dinner is great, i love it when Uncle Bernard prays, and we pretend to...we're atheists! My god, this room's huge, it's just like the one out of that old car ad, where the vehicle drives around the chanderlier on the ceiling"
And so on. It's not white, and it's quite obviously made of too many eggs, and it's got lemonade in it. If it truly IS snow, it's got piss riddled all through it. Quite nice though.
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