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[31 Dec 2006|12:35am] |
Just one day left of a year which has slid by like an oiled turd on a conveyor belt. Oh, it hasn't been that bad, certainly not uneventful. Just ever so, underwhelming.
I demand of you, 2007, exactly that which I demand of myself. Can you hear the wind changing direction, the birds are going to think about where they fly to next. There is nothing to throw away which has not been. Might as well take some risks.
What will become of me. I don't know. I'm not sure what i've learnt this year. I'm sure it must be something. But words and ill feeling have dulled senses. I take my guitar and I learn to play on the banks of the shore. But is anybody there?
Hmm..
Next year, then. We'll see.
Saturday night wasn't very busy, but I am so tired it wouldn't have mattered one way or the other. Irritating is what work remains. But my last shift of the year is done. Over. Gone. I now must attempt to enjoy New Year's Eve knowing I have to stay in relative control. And what, pray are the chances of that?
None at all. Oh help.
Criminy. Look, i'll see you lot tomorrow.
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[31 Dec 2006|01:10pm] |
I'd like to think about today what it would be like if all our lives were acted out by not us, but muppet version of ourselves. Of course, some would say that's already the case for a few people, but don't make a joke that obvious, for fuck's sake. I'm already ahead of you.
But yeah. Like, i'd be sort of beige felt, long hair. Wearing a black coat. Like me, but a muppet. Do you see? I think it'd be great. Though I don't know if sex would still be as enjoyable. Fuck my felt dick off, lady.
Anyway, it's New Year's Eve, and my entire body aches from stupid work and stupid carrying vegetables. I made a lovely soup with the new blender though, so i'm okay. I'm out tonight. I don't know how late, but happy new year if I don't see you lot.
Fuck my felt cock!
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[31 Dec 2006|04:42pm] |
Yes, it's nearly time for the last night out of the year, and the first morning of the new one. Time for a thousand hangovers, and no good excuses to phone in sick. Basically, if you are sick on New Year's Day, you're fucked. Nobody will believe you. Not even if you're a staunch tee-totaller.
I shall see you all on the other side.
Happy New Year, to all friends. Past and present.
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[31 Dec 2006|06:43pm] |
I tried to write a lyric. I didn not write a lyric. I couldn't think of a thing. It is not the time for that now. Instead, here's a quiz. Some answers serious, some not. Nicked from Sarah:
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See you later.
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[31 Dec 2006|07:29pm] |
We'll exit 2006 with this. Hope you all enjoyed your stay. See you next year.
Exitlude
The Killers
aggressively we all defend the role we play
regrettably time’s come to send you on your way
we’ve seen it all bonfires of trust flash floods of pain
it doesn’t really matter don’t you worry it’ll all work out
no it doesn’t even matter don’t you worry what it’s all about
we hope you enjoyed your stay
it’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day
we hope you enjoyed your stay
outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
it’s good to have you with us
even if it’s just for the day
it’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
it’s good to have you with us
even if it’s just for the day
it’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
Piss off and have fun, yeah?
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