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[15 Oct 2005|10:38am] |
The first edition of the life of Neil, squire. Comes complete with hardback covers, guiltless rubbish and an introduction by Ron Pearlmen.
Check this out! Friday night! In the Bell! NOTHING unusual. Scratch another one down on the slate, another fucking night drinking Guiness.
Except I went to the New Inn, on my own. And found Swifty, at the bar. We began laughing about school again, about the people and the times and the sandwich faces. A fucking blast.
I paid for it though, i'm wacked out on tiredness. Fucking Guiness fatigue. Anyway, you charm sellers, it's my last day's work before a fucking week off. So not a lot can annoy me today. Aside everything.
Go on, fuck off....enjoy yourselves.
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[15 Oct 2005|11:05am] |
This is a song sung by many, and it's great. So listen up.
I've got a love to keep me warm.
The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
For I've got my love to keep me warm
I can't remember a worse December
Just watch those icicles form!
Oh, what do I care if icicles form?
Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love!
My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm
I can't remember a worse December
Just watch those icicles form!
What do I care if icicles form?
Oh-ho-ho, I've got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love!
My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm
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[15 Oct 2005|03:35pm] |
It is uncomfortably warm today. Appears that a late summer has once again decided to turn up swinging a bottle of heat and knocking at my door. Temperatures of seventy six degrees hit the kitchen, rendering it humid and heavy.
It didn't help my mood or my energy, and the sooner the autumn gets back to work the better. Grah.
Anyway, it was not that busy aside the usual Saturday prep for the evening and Sunday lunch. A little busier tonight, but nothing I can't sweep aside with the assistance of young Toby.
And after that, I shall celebrate my holiday with a guzzle at the New Inn.
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[15 Oct 2005|06:13pm] |
I've been chatting with M all afternoon. Blissful, wonderful nice talk.
It appears my sleeping photo is popular with people in Pennysylvania. Hee.
Now it is time to put to bed the last shift before my holiday. I shall greatly enjoy my drink tonight. New Inn is the oasis, Killers are going on the jukebox. Now fall out, people.
Goodnight.
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[15 Oct 2005|06:17pm] |
Trees are matchsticks,
and the whole are tumbled,
in a small hand
that doesn't know it's strength,
my delicacy of touch,
is to stop it happening,
so i can raise a fountain,
from a velvet deep
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