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[17 Dec 2006|01:06am] |
One week before Christmas.
We had a fricking great evening. It was unbelievably, unequivically busy. Firstly we had a party of eighteen. Secondly, we had many other diners. Thirdly, my second washer upper didn't turn up. Luckily, Dan helped me. What a good sort. Really, his assist on such a busy night eclipsed my usual help, because he is better at washing up. It isn't even his job to do it, but he did it. What a guy.
We all convened at the bar afterwards and got very merry. How i'm even typing is a mystery. I got many kudos on hair and work combined. It appears my new pony tail-less barnet is working. Andy joined us. Good stuff. It's great to have him with us, oh yes it is. Dan, Bolb, Rich, Graham, Suz and I all trooped to the New Inn and got very wankered indeed...
And why ever not, it's the weekend. I am utterly happy about this night. We worked hard, we pleased the eaters, we rocked it and shocked it. We fucking nailed it. It feels great.
And for once, I feel great.
Love you guys. Take care, yeah? Night. x
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[17 Dec 2006|01:20am] |
I've cut three years out of me,
i've hacked back the memory,
i've chopped back the part of me,
that can't forget,
that can't let the concrete set,
i'm making good time,
i'm mixing lemon with time,
i'm sharp but i'm soft,
i'm holding my arms aloft,
leading armies with the sun,
with you,
i'm done...
i'm done.
My cut is made
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[17 Dec 2006|01:23am] |
Danson: Yo sweetheart. What say you and me go and make the shakey with the wakey.
Lady: What say you go and shake yourself off a cliff, you mong eyed cunt. You look like somebody sicked up on the side of a mountain. Now fuck off!
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[17 Dec 2006|01:41am] |
And you know the most ironic thing about the last entry?
I really think i'd like Cheers.
I love Frasier.
And I think i'd love Cheers. Cheers!
Even though it has Ted Danson in it.
Maybe i'll check it out.
Dvd's are sexy.
Night, my lovely beagles.
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[17 Dec 2006|12:50pm] |
This is my shorter hair. I know it doesn't look like it, but the black i'm wearing kind of obscures it.
I assure you it is shorter. Much shorter.
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[17 Dec 2006|02:45pm] |
This is the end, the end my friends.
( Read more... )
It's not really the end. But I am out for a while. Bye.
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[17 Dec 2006|08:33pm] |
I'm not an open book,
i'm a tree,
etched with a knife,
a name or two,
and a strike through the middle,
i'm not a scripture,
i'm not a case of events written,
i'm a tumbling landslide,
i'm all the junk you had out in the rain,
i'm the rust tint,
i'm not grey,
but i'm not feeling colourful either...
i'm not out to make pretences,
about being solid skinned and up for the struggle,
i'm not keeping my hands together,
but i've got a taste for sweeping weather,
i'm not your orchestra in the movie,
i'm not here at the end of the song,
i'm not here and i'm not suited,
i'm not winning the fight,
but i'm the one that did the shooting.
i'm not an open book,
but I open up more,
with the pen in my hand,
and a leaf or two
or three
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