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[15 Nov 2006|01:06am] |
Whispher it quietly. But i'm getting bored of having to cram my hair into an ugly little cap every time I go to work. I am not a chav and the look does not become me, plus..it's just getting so tiresome to wash.
So should I do it or not? Thoughts.
http://www.blurty.com/talkpost.bml?journal=zoomeister&itemid=37483
And you know, I only started growing it because of this. How incredibly stupid to do it for a girl. She never wanted my meat-box anyway. I think it's time I used my own instincts in this.
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[15 Nov 2006|01:20am] |
This is Zoe.
Now then. Earlier readers of this plodding and sliding tome will remember that in 2003..many many posts ago, she was a consistent infactuation to me. I met her when she was drinking with playhouse friends after a rehearsal of theirs. She struck my eye immediately because she was tiny (Four feet ten), had stunning green eyes, and skin as soft as a maiden's quilt. And I was convinced I was in love with her.
Of course, I wasn't. I, two years later, found out what really being in love was like and it's nothing to do with looks...it's a sense...a click in the eyes and a spark..it's a warm hand over a table or a shared and almost kinetic energy, it's lovemaking of the soul. So I know now, that what I felt for Zoe was probably simply a giddy piece of arousal.
It's something that never happens to me anymore. I've fancied a few girls, but that odd crushy, sweeping of the head and tummy feeling never hits and it's not love. Love is something else..love is a triumph of the soul or the crushing of it..I write this to discern that what I know now...is that I never take what love is for granted.
Of course, this is to take nothing away from Zoe, because she actually is stunning. Really. I could happily lick her nose. I just never really get giddy about such things these days.
Haha!
Goodnight.
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[15 Nov 2006|01:24am] |
Margate.
Down the dusky winter streets,
are all kinds of people you'll never again hope to meet,
cap wearing bozos, drunken hobos,
kebab boxes strewn, by a pissed up loon,
shouting cunt and fuck and piss,
oh dear god what's become of this?
the seaside county where the sea air,
rushed so fine but now flies with no care,
the stench of ruin and the shouts of fools,
shit, let's get the fuck out of Margate, before the last taxi calls.
Make me sexy, make me proud! Scratch my balls and scream out loud!
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[15 Nov 2006|01:37am] |
It's back. The festive and heartwarming fable of a young boy, who every year wakes up on Christmas Eve at twelve midnight, to see what Santa has left him.
Episode 1
Billy steps lightly down the stairs and pokes a head in the living room, to see..not a Christmas tree glittering, but instead finds an elf rutting a prostitute on the floor, another elf ramming a poker up his arsehole, and another elf pissing all over Billy's Christmas presents shouting "BILLY IS FUCKING SHIT!"
Billy drops to the floor and shakes in shock for an hour.
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[15 Nov 2006|01:50am] |
You know, the thought punches itself into my brain tonight that you really can't be yourself all the time. You can only, at best, show 100% percent of your true character with people that know you and know exactly how you are prone to act. Tonight, for instance, during dinner and after, I made abrupt and arbitrary noises...flung my arms about like a dummy on a vibrating mattress, and just generally acted like I do. Which is like a sort of demented spinning top.
Now, if I did the same thing at college on Monday, how do you think that would look?
Imagine it..i'm sitting in the class, and talking to some other people. Suddenly and without warning during a sentence, I scream. Or shout. Or simply move my head in a swift 180 movement, pushing my chin out at the same time, staring into the face of a fellow student and going "EEEEEEEEEEUUURHH!!".
It's not going to go down too well, is it? Like when I was sitting next to this chap in the canteen. He's alright, nice bloke. But when I was sitting there I imagined how he would react if I suddenly put my arm around him and pretended to shine his head with a small rag. I don't think he'd like that very much.
Oh, and then there's that laugh I do completely out of the blue, a loud, throaty cackle, staring at the ceiling. That canteen would go SILENT before you could say titwanks.
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[15 Nov 2006|03:31pm] |
Quite how work still manages to tire so without being particularly hard or busy is possibly more to do with my regular drinking and smoking than work itself. I simply must stop doing those things. Smoking, at all.
Smoking is banned in pubs and restaurants in England in 2007, so this may provide the impetus I need. I only really smoke in social atmospheres anyway. It'll be hard to give up, but I know it is and i've done it before. Laziness made me go back.
Fucking Christ, i'm horny. It's that nicotine thing again. My balls are balloonin'.
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[15 Nov 2006|11:46pm] |
I think we would have to say the lesson is well learned there.
Hello there! It's Wednesday night, and it's been a football night. I wish i'd not bothered. Because if it were not for the killer pool and the good conversation, I could have easily eclipses tonight's game by thrashing my bollocks with a plank. Really, it was that bad. It was so bad, in fact, that I actually started to regress into other bad times because they were infinitely preferable to watching England drawing against Holland.
Of course there were positives, but they were far outweighed by ninety minutes of what was essentially sitting and staring at twenty two men whacking a ball with some feet. What took the horror off was playing pool, and suddenly becoming very good at it. I teamed up with Dan, and we won 5-0 against Steve-0, Leanne, L-J, and Ben. I made some stunning pots and I think i've discovered how to play.
I also made references to masturbation which amused.
And, When you were young is now on the New Inn jukebox. Kiss me please, I think i've found my bees!
Danny took his bro back home, I went to the Bell. Daniel turned up later, and I had a drink with him. He left, I yammered away to Di about animals.
And that's it. Tomorrrow, homework, blackcurrant soda. Early night. No smoking. How many of these things do you think I shall fulfill? Clarity is welcomed.
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