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[16 Dec 2006|01:11am] |
Sometimes I can't remember what I was going to post and then I forget that I was going to post it and I can't forget that I was going to forget that I was about to think about doing it.
Oh hello. Tonight was not very busy. But that's not the point. It wasn't quiet either.
I'm sorry Stu, I had to have a look. I'm surprised! In a good way. I must say, it's something i'd never have looked at before, but I think i'll like it very much. I love, above all else, being introduced to new things, especially things that someone has used imagination over.
Yes!
Yes, so work. Rich's brother joined me tonight. He worked well, and we were out early. Andy, we wish you well on your imminent trip. God speed.
Dan and Ben popped in briefly, good to see them. Rich and Bolb and G and I made the trip to the New Inn. Along the way home Bolb did the "PRRRP!" noise. Loudly. It amused Rich into stomach cramps.
Dan! Where are you? I have to make you an icon! It is of the mask picture!
And that's nearly it for this episode. Oh..
Tomorrow is going to be hell. But i'm happy tonight.
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[16 Dec 2006|01:14am] |
How did I know you would put that one there.
Call it sense.
Yeah, I know how ticks tock.
Goodnight, you hawk storks.
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[16 Dec 2006|01:19am] |
Sometimes, I love the way my mind works. It can surprise me, just as much as I surpise it. I'll pop in one day, it'll be busy, hunched over phones, i'll meekly offer an idea, it'll tell me to fuck off...next day, i'll say something...in passing, it'll say that's the best thing it's ever heard.
Funny how thinking works, eh?
If I didn't think, i'd be worried. I like - above all else - how my brain, however tiny or capacious, actually damned fucking thinks...I love second guessing, I love emotional nuance, I love thinking..
I can really make my brain tick.
And Jesus, it makes me no clearer getting insight into people, but hot DANG it's interesting.
Yep. Nighty, then.
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[16 Dec 2006|04:18pm] |
Buying a telly, I am. And a dvd player. These are very nice ones too, and i've bought them off Andy. Or rather, I shall be buying them. I'll have to get rid of the huge beast I have sitting on the cupboard in here, but that can make a makeshift coffee table until I find somewhere to send it.
Good.
Work was a flurry of silliness today. Seemingly endless, many many people and a ton of work for us to do. I'm glad it's over, just the sixty plus tonight, then. And then i'm done. Until bloody Monday.
Hey ho.
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[16 Dec 2006|04:57pm] |
The sad truth is that the song running around my head like a poisonous midget is We built this city. It's a painful corporate rock song from the eighties and it is about as rebellious as Sabrina: The teenage witch, but it gets your little tonsils waving sometimes, when you're weaker towards tripe.
Jesus Christ.
He would probably slag it off too. Call it a bit too much sucking the company cock, that Jesus would he be saying yeah he would. What does Jesus know, eh?
I've had some lunch. In an hour i'll have some dinner. I have to pack both in during my afternoon convalescence as I can't eat lunch at work, or dinner at work. It's a nightmare, but I have a sharp snappy metabolism due to it. One day i'll tell you what all the wanking does for the pelvic muscles.
What the fuck is it about, this one eh? I don't know. Results:
Charlton 0 - 3 Liverpool
Yay! Boyce out of Green Wing scored twice, and the Poddington Penises put though their own net. I fucking hate making up scorers. Join me next week when i'll be faking an entire motor race.
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[16 Dec 2006|06:49pm] |
Pony tail...gone!
Cut it right off.
And the funny thing. My hair looks fucking amazing!
See you later.
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