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[15 Dec 2006|12:19am] |
I managed it again. Another boozeless night. Didn't do so well on the smoking, but baby steps. I feel rather boring in company though, like I need the drink to perform. I probably don't, as it's more based on mood than anything else, but the drink does sometimes help. However, i'm glad I didn't drink for that reason. I'm tired enough to sleep and that's all that matters.
Loads of my friends were in tonight. Stuart too, all booming voice and with gifts. Nice one Stu. i must hasten to Amazon!
See you all tomorrow.
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[15 Dec 2006|01:00am] |
She doesn't want greeting cards,
pretty things
and after dark,
she wants you to sneak up on her,
so be quick,
but take it slow,
she doesn't want you to be there,
but she wants you to live up to your name,
she wants to feel blue with you,
but she doesn't want to feel the same,
she wants you to hold her at night,
until the lights make you go out,
but she doesn't want you leaving in the morning,
another fog outside,
another doubt,
she wants you to stay thinking of her,
but not thinking for her,
she wants to meet you,
but she wants you to stay away too..
She wants you to melt her in your wrist,
she wants to feel your kiss,
but she wants your lips to be solid,
without a hint of a hiss,
she's waiting,
and she's gone,
she's the hint of light,
but she's not the dawn..
Perhaps thoughts and hypothesis makes for good poetry. I like this. Goodnight.
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[15 Dec 2006|01:04am] |
INT: Frasier's place.
Frasier: Dad....wake up..WAKE UP!
Martin: JEESUS! (Starts awake..finds he's suspended over the balcony on his chair..)
Frasier: This is the deal dad. I've used an endoscope to insert into your rectum a small time bomb..the process of shittage will make it fall out of your arsehole and drop harmlessley down to the streets below. If you don't shit it out in time, your arse and you will be blown across the skyline like bits of pie over a chip shop floor. FUCK A ROONIE!
Martin: My god!
Frasier: Yes, let the games begin.
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[15 Dec 2006|04:05pm] |
I hate buying underwear. I'm not very good at finding things to cover my cock and balls. But I know they'll rub against my jeans if I don't. But i've got to buy them. And i've got to buy socks too. Like Hugh Laurie says in Blackadder III, "Socks are like sex, loads of it about but I never seem to get any!".
So i'm looking for them online. Maybe i'll get something different this time. Nothing funny. I'm not middle aged.
Work was awful today. So things are back to normal. Dan and I went to Dave's to gawp through his new telescope.
Tonight, more work, more fucking bloody work.
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[15 Dec 2006|05:24pm] |
These are those nets I got last week. Is it really a week already? Hey ho. I'm going to wear these babies on Christmas Day. Honest.
( Read more... )
They have skulls and crossbones at the top. I think they're designed for women on hen nights. They'll do me.
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[15 Dec 2006|06:06pm] |
Alright, boys? You coming out Friday night then?
More being amazed by the universe. Reading up on it, I find out that the universe like most things is not infinite, it's just very, very big. These likely lads, like most celestial bodies occupy something that is such a tiny portion of the universe, it's like comparing a speck to an elephant, but...there IS nothing bigger.
Or is there? Reading up on it I found a comparison that the universe is expanding like a balloon, with all that's on the outside becoming further and further away. Is this analogy literal? Will we pop and shatter like a balloon? ARE we actually a balloon? Careful with that pin.
It's all very interesting. We're all so very small. It also says that there could be something outside the borders of the universe, but there's no way to see it. I bet it's somebody's toilet. It'd be just our luck to end up in somebody's toilet.
Phylly's naieve dates, number two.
Phylly: Yeah, so I was back at her house, all was going well, and then she suddenly said "Sorry, we can't do this now, i've got the painters in".
Dan: Yeah?
Phylly: Yeah. So I thought..."there's nobody painting here. And besides, it's three in the morning. Why would she be having decorators in at three in the morning?"
Bye.
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