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[03 Apr 2008|12:20am] |
I am very hammered, and will have to be very careful. No more drinking. For a few nights, at least. Until Sunday, I reckon. Arsenal one, Liverpool one.
And that's your lot.
Well big kisses to Roobyjuice, and Skakin' Da Tree, my too favoooorit ladeees. Phonetics are da best! LOLZORZ!
Take care, girls. And all of you. I shall write better, when sober. I am very pissed.
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[03 Apr 2008|06:34am] |
I have difficulty, for all my words and my values and my touch of my feathered pen, sometimes expressing how I feel. There are reasons for this, which block and cog up certain parts of my brain and it's driving me crazy.
Well, in a really relaxed way, but crazy all the same.
The best way to descibe it is this. In your heart and your head, a film script spits forth, with music (In my case the Killers, the Goo Goo dolls, and others) and all sorts of breast-beating stuff. In reality, you wish to mould life to suit it. And sometimes, it can. It really can.
The thing is, I want to make it amazing. Life, you berks. And to do that, I need balls. Well massive balls. About the size of Jupiter and Uranus, give the size disproportion. One's always bigger than the other.
Christ. I could be well amazing, one day, me! With a little work.
Hey, Liverpool got a draw last night. That's alright, really. For the record, I had seven pints. Seven! No more for a while. Tonight I shall look forward to a sober night and some tea. Groo.
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[03 Apr 2008|11:35am] |
If you're one of those over-seas readers who is fascinated by who these Liverpool are who play who I constantly go on about, here they are playing last night. I drank seven pints watching this.
http://megavideo.com/?v=5ONXN2GG
It was a torrid time. Let's hope the return leg is easier on the heart.
Liverpool are in black, by the way.
I feel rather good now, after sleeping off that alcoholic aftermath. Bright and bushy arseholed! For some reason, I look upon the longer days and the coming summer, with gladness. I don't have a clue why.
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[03 Apr 2008|03:28pm] |
I've achieved something of a zen-like attitude to work, in keeping with the general calm keel I find myself in lately. The reason is, why let work get you down when it's pointless to do so? OAP Thursday, for instance had me growling behind my teeth with it's treacly slog, but i'm getting better at not losing my temper. It's not worth it.
It sucked, of course. It always does.
More work, all weekend, pretty much. God dammit.
Right, time for some fucking Earl Grey and a goddamned roll. Boorgah!
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[03 Apr 2008|04:32pm] |
Facebook is an extraordinary tool. I've seen more photos on there, more from that year of school when I left. The only people I can really remember are the geezers, because I used to hang around with the geezers. Phillip Stringer, Wayne Amos, Brian Letley. Crazy. They look completely different to how I remember, but then the past is an etheral fuzz.
I'm trying to see if Nichola is in any of these. I've never talked about Nichola. In my romantic history, as you'll know, there's been only ever one relationship, even today. However, you'll know this is to do with my inherent shyness around girls. Not so much now, but definately back then. There was the Denise Debacle, where she agreed to go out with me in 2002, only to cancel a day later stating "We don't know each other well enough". Well, fuck her because I ended up losing my tiny red fruit to a well great broad.
I digress, folks. Nichola was a girl in my year who I had a massive crush on. You could say, my first crush. I didn't experience the rush and heartache of unrequited love until this point, and it was wicked. Every day I hoped she'd be in my class just to catch a sight of her lovely face. She was about four foot (Short even back then in 1992), and had long hair. She was lovely. And she used to say "Know what I mean?" all the time. I asked her out (Through someone else), with no success whatsoever.
I crushed on her until I left. I sometimes wonder what she's doing now. And Jodie Flood. She was nice too. I've got no goddamned idea what they're like today. But I know, I was fuckin' shit with da ladies back then. Not much changes, eh?
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[03 Apr 2008|10:46pm] |
My fixture list is crammed for the next three days, and it's all work. It's more important than ever that to conserve the energy I have left that I don't succumb to drink, hoever tempting it is. Tonight is the first night out of the way. Pub trade is taking a beating from the twin serpents of smoking bans and rising prices, but the weekend is a different prospect in a rather quiet time. Big parties, and much needed too.
I do wonder how long places like us can continue. And if not, what on earth would I do? I almost view this with, not the doomy view of old, but a view of...
I could take on the world. I really could. I could go to university, I could try a different line of job, I could...
I could put on a mask of Scooby Doo and expose myself to funeral parties.
Yes!
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