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[14 Dec 2006|12:42am] |
Christmas shits ever closer, strewing it's messy diharreoa over everything. To me, Christmas currently feels as Christmassy as a one corpse production of Les miserable. I don't know what happened to it. Perhaps i'm just too misanthropic to enjoy it.
Or perhaps it's just lost it's meaning for me. Or I for it. I should probably watch that brilliant special of Garfield to get some festive back. In any event, it'll all be over in three weeks. I managed to avoid drinking altogether today, and for that I give myself a good fucking pat on the arse. It'll be nice and lovely to sleep proplerly. Now you see, drinking interrupts R.E.M sleep. Any jokes about the band will be punched in the cunt. When you are drunk and sleep, the toxicating effects of liqur throw that deep sleep all out of whack.
And that's no good. I'll try to keep this up tomorrow. Depends how work goes. I often need and deserve a pint after the efforts of the day. If I have one, I often have three. I get the need to get comfortably tipsy before bed. Rather shooting myself in the foot when i'll just lie awake and not sleep properly anyway.
So, we'll see.
Er...what are Livejournal up to? Cockshits.
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[14 Dec 2006|11:04am] |
Nothing like a shit to make your body feel lighter in the morning. I must have emptied a good half a stone there. One shit, one wipe, one clean arsehole.
It appears that I may be finding it easier to sleep without booze. I used to have a terrible time doing this, but somehow...call it being thirty and not twenty five, call it being relaxed, call it being so bored that sleep is more exciting, but i'm managing it. And the difference to my energy is amazing. I still feel a little weary, but my body doesn't drag along the ground like a bloodhound's bollock. And you'll notice, my little writing arm is a little sharper. Sort of. Now, let's see if I can do it again tonight.
I'll be very happy if I can. I'll try to make weekends my main drinking time. Feels so good to be booze free for a day.
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[14 Dec 2006|03:55pm] |
Another ridiculous day's work so far. Sixty six, and another massive party. If anything I was out later than yesterday, but incredibly, I feel absolutely fine. It might have something to do with not drinking last night. I did however experience a frightening sharp stabbing pain, and not in a good place. I'm thinking I may have to seriously stop smoking. It was very worrying indeed.
Tonight's looking busy again. Ah well, all I care about is getting tired out and drinking blackcurrant, then having a good long sleep. The more I can keep this up the healthier I will be.
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[14 Dec 2006|04:30pm] |
Not much you haven't seen before, but.............no...actually there IS no excuse. Kiss my arse!
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[14 Dec 2006|07:06pm] |
I want to get a piano. I want to sing friggin' songs. I wanna sing songs about mekin' lov..and I want to sing 'em about you. Ya dirty princess. Listen up everybody, here's the link of the day. Distract you from the fact i've hardly written anything today. It's a load of clips someone else put on youtube from Family Guy. Good on them.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=W6XRmGzxSAk
Brain gets a beating, Peter hits his shin, and peanut butter jelly time. It never gets old. No really. Even I giggle at it. A bloody song. A bloody fucking song about peanut butter jelly. For fuck's sake.
Bye..
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