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[10 Nov 2006|12:13am] |
U.S trip number le 2, may be on the cards. I have to get my passport updated, but next year, I think...yes. I wonder...
But where? I'm not entirely sure, but Phylly knows he's some bid'ness in the states, yeah.
So keep your ear to the ground, yeah? Yeah.
Work was easy, the first of three doubles of the week is over. Eighteen people. Keeps things ticking over nicely until the big month. We hope to have a lot of trade and this I am grateful for, because being busy in December is a pleasure..rather than the usual lethargic slog. I like Christmassy busy.
Rich and Danny were in the bar, and thank Christ. I had some stout and stood about talking about my plans to marry Victoria Stilwell and they laughed their face-cunts off. When we left the pub all quite chortled up, Dan lifted me above his head, wrestler style. It's lucky he didn't drop me but it reminded me how slight I am. Even after bolting down a fry-up before work tonight.
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[10 Nov 2006|12:29am] |
twelve minutes of freedom,
the space to feel my body in your arms,
was all I asked for,
before the time ran into trouble,
before my love gets run over,
just let me have a few minutes in your arms,
breathing into the palms,
and exhaling through your fingers,
just let me sing into your skin,
just let me lie within you,
until the sun's heart beats,
and the sugar cane burns,
until your sweet turns bitter,
please just let me listen to your chest rise,
and the minutes tick by,
let me listen to your breath flowing by,
and your hair beat down grass in the twilight,
just twelve minutes for me to rest,
twelve minutes.
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[10 Nov 2006|06:16pm] |
This is just a tribute, to the best cup of tea in the world, the best cup of tea in the world. Today is rubbish, I am between two shifts, the first of which was a ten ton pain in the arse. I have no shifts off at all until Sunday, and as I had to work last Sunday evening, i've not had a full day off in well over a week and a half.
Some would say I have it easy. I would happily shit in their faces.
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