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[26 Oct 2006|05:43pm] |
Happy Birthday to my dear sister Bolb, who is twenty six today. I got her a Gormenghast dvd and some innapropriate Haloween cakes. It's just the way we do things around here.
Work's fine, a short kickabout was just the thing to take the edge of hoary old OAP Thursday. I scored two belters and managed to fuck my foot up. After scoring the first goal, the assembled were so impressed by the goal they all jumped on me, bundling me to the ground. Rich, Dan, and Dave all on top of me. Christ. I'm only little. After I dug myself out of the ground I continued. When Dave scored I jumped on him, and managed to whack my jaw on his elbow.
Quite an injury filled day. Good fun.
I'm bugging out of college on Monday, for three reaons. One, I haven't got the slightest intention of doing any homework this week because i'm too busy. Two, i'm still ill and will only just be recovering on Monday. Three, i've done nothing but work and drink this week and have shitloads MORE work to do before Monday. And the likely outcome of Monday lunch will be a rush of people. So fuck it, i'm having a week off. I know I had half term but G was back and as is our wont, we had to celebrate with masses of booze.
I am fucked!
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| Dying Words. |
[26 Oct 2006|06:14pm] |
Outside
and inside
the rain
pelted my feet
and the lines showed
in my face
It was the day
that you died in me,
and the funeral line
stretched for miles
I had to be there
when I buried the story.
I choked back tears
and held my sleeve
to my mouth
to catch the last
few good words.
Copywright Neil Stilwell.
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[26 Oct 2006|06:33pm] |
Protect my skin, flash in your pan.
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And that's it. Tomorrow i'll be reversing time and shitting up my own arse. To the sound of Wagner. Now sod off!
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