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[12 Nov 2006|12:49am] |
I'm wearing only my boxers and shirt, having pelted it home from the New Inn through beating rain. It's a cathartic experience, is running home slightly drunk, shouting into the air that whatever they've done..
they'll never be able to do again..
Screaming it into the sky..no more..you've washed it away..you're out of it..you're in heaven..for just a few moments, nothing matters. You can breathe.
It's glorious. I recommend it heartily.
Thirty six tonight. Mediocre. Things shall get busier, soon. After work I was in such a jumpy mood I was unstoppable, flitting in and out of eccentricity like a donut in a cement mixer. I ate jellybeans. I talked like Rain Man, though not as intelligently. I caught the eye of a woman. She was about forty something, but cute, very cute..for her age. She was eyeballing me quite a bit, and I responded by being as inherently silly as I could be.
It's good. I like being watched. Makes me thrive.
Graham and the Walrus arrived. New Inn time. Much booze and shouting echoed onto the streets when we all piled out upon closing. It has to be said, proceedings were raucous.
And I ran home in the rain, wondering why I spent so much time in old things.
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[12 Nov 2006|01:13am] |
The kind of men who enjoy clubbing seals to death for sport, or for any other reason at all, are thumping, ten mile high cunts of the highest order.
That is all. If I ever meet one of these men (As they appear to be, predominantly men) I will feel it in my duty to smach them so hard in their mouthes, their teeth fly out and stick into the nearest tree.
Fucking cunts.
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[12 Nov 2006|01:01pm] |
I've put my back out. It's not as bad as it was earlier this year when I had to take three days off work, but it's painful enough. I should stop jumping about so much.
Today's track is Sometimes you can't make it on your own. I always play it on rememberance day. I don't know why. It's just a thing I do.
Car moving today. I am kinda excited, kinda scared. In a few months, I could be a driver. Freedom and convenience makes me quite hyper, but roads, danger and being in control of a massive square of metal scare me a little.
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[12 Nov 2006|06:07pm] |
Oh dear, oh dear oh, oh dear.
Liverpool's away day woes continue, with a miserable slumping to defeat at Arsenal. It has to be said, watching that with a cold and a sore head is about as inviting a proposition as doing 69 with a corpse.
It's been a good day though, in all. My car is being sorted out, and everything shall be completed soon. Then I just need to learn to drive. That will require a lot of time and effort. But it's worth it.
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[12 Nov 2006|07:30pm] |
If i'm dyin' i'm lyin'. Here's a quiz, which i've edited bits of so the result is a bit funnier than the shite I would have got otherwise. Come on, quizmasters, sort it out.
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[12 Nov 2006|08:04pm] |
Dear Victoria,
"Give the dog a bone", someone once said about something or other. Probably something to do with giving stuff to someone. Well, it's fitting, Viccers, because I would like to offer you my bone, free of charge. It's about six point nine inches long and, unlike a normal bone, it's very flexible. In fact, let's not split heirs. Or "Hairs" as in Dog Hairs, here.. it's a penis, it's my penis and I want to give it to you.
Hey, if you think about it, Vic, i'm just like a real dog, what you love. I've got long hair, I like mucking about with my own willy just like dogs do (Except with their tongue, which I can't do admittedly), my surroundings are a mess, and I have a liberal attitude to hygiene of all kinds. I also would shag your leg. Except I can do things a dog can't do, like lick your lip with an almost ghost-like grace, cook you bacon and onions, and I can spunk in Faberge eggs and toss them at mansions.
Yours, Phyllis.
P.S. I can dress up as a dog, if you like. Or i'll wear a collar. Just the collar. You can walk me down the street and let me cock a leg against people.
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[12 Nov 2006|09:14pm] |
From nothingsacrednic.
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And that's it. Big thanks to my guests Jimmy Knapsacks for tonight's brilliant debate on shoes for moles, the Firebomb inclusion for the music, and Musty Tongue Sally for the irony. Cheers to Victoria Stilwell for the inspiration to dressing myself up as an alsation and tugging myself into a sock.
I'm off down the boozer. Goodnight!
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[12 Nov 2006|11:59pm] |
Debating whether to go to school tomorrow. Of course, I can't miss two weeks out of three, but I feel like the second wave of cold has taken it's full grip. I'll make the trip, I think, only out of duty. I have to maintain attendence, if but to convince myself i've still got the balls to try and learn.
And that is important to me.
When I arrived in the Bell tonight, only two people were there. Rich and Mike, and I gather that there had been quite a few in prior. Perhaps my entrance had warded them off elsewhere. I sank some pints and chewed the shit with them until Pete and Phil and Tom arrived duly.
Rich and I have good chats when we're in the bar without extraneous intrusions. We talk mainly about relationships and the pitfalls and positives of them. It's very cathartic and extremely beneficial to us both I feel, and really, I like using my one experience (However brief and late in my life) as a help. I speak to him as an element of I hope maturity...because although it was a short partnership it was incredibly educational and beneficial to me..it made me shape up and take notice of my faults and in it's beauty and admitted flaws, it taught me much and allowed me at a higher age to take stock of myself and learn best to approach a comitted relationship in the future.
I told him the best way to approach a relationship is with an element of caution, but not to be afraid of jumping in when your doubts are settled. I guess that's all I could say.
I think he'll be okay. I had to backtrack and live through some things that were perhaps a little difficult to feel again..but it was I think worth it. I thought of the magic and the spark and, following that the miserable comedown and the harshness of breakup, but it is all balance and it is all there to strengthen. It's imporant to remember the good as well as the bad.
I hope I did okay, i'm sure I did my best.
We walked home and smoked, talked about poetry. You know, for such a young age, Rich has his heart and head in exactly the right place. I, an ageing wide-eyed scamp walk alone..using the limited experience I have and dispense my advice in a metered, measured way. I am careful not to preach, but to encourage with tentativity. I still have one eye cocked towards the heavens and one ear to the ground. I think that's best.
And you, whatever happened, know that i'm doing my best with what I have. I am assured yet headstrong, but i'm learning as well as being a shoulder. That's what I take from you, that's what I keep in my heart. My late, but quick learning.
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