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[22 Apr 2008|12:22am] |
Forget South Park, and it's inconsistent quality, fucking forget that, and remember that the film Team America: World Police is brilliant. Messrs Parker and Stone came into their nadir with this film, and in this scene, puppets fuck like they've never fucked before. It's Only a woman from the greatest comedy puppet film ever.
I need this
I need love
I need you
I don't need one hearbeat
I need two
There's an emptiness I need to fill
And only one emptiness will do
Only a woman
Can brighten up my day
Only a woman
Can touch me the right way
Only a woman
Is allowed to touch me there
All I ask is that you're a woman
I like rain, I like hair
I like you
You're around, you're right here
So you'll do
I'm gonna tell you how much I love your mind
But it simply isn't true
Only a woman
Can brighten up my day
Only a woman
Can touch me the right way
Only a woman
Is allowed to do what you're doing right now
All I ask is that you're a woman
And on saturdays when I've been partying hard
And it's 4 in the morning, and I'm on my fith tab of E
that's the only time I don't even care if you are a woman
Right now
Only a woman
Can brighten up my day
Only a woman
Can do it just the right way
Only a woman
Should be doing that right now
I just want you to be a woman
Please just be a woman
Or a man...
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[22 Apr 2008|02:21am] |
I don't think I realise quite yet, what i've written.
I will do tomorrow.
What I realise, at this moment, is that I love someone, very much. I just don't know in what way. I know also, that I could love Rebecca, if only she suggested herself a little bit more.
I am confused.
So very confused.
Thankyou to the lovely sweethearts of you that commented on the vids and posts tonight. It made my heart jump. I am gladdened, because I know there's some of you that believe in me feeling this way. It's nice, very nice indeed.
Night, folks.
P.S Sorry about the Backstreet Boys!
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[22 Apr 2008|08:49am] |
Oh no! More pissed up posting. How very, very typical. How familiar. How sort of embarrassing. And yet, not really. Let's face it, i've done it before. Christ, that video. I was well tanked. I hope Rebecca never sees it. She'll find out what a drunken tool I am. I suppose I am. As for that undeclared love, well, it's there, as I said. It's like a very strong adoration, but it's controllable. And I like that fact. In the past, love was a thing that controlled me. Now, I control it, and I know how to keep it harnessed. So, come on, Rebecca. Come back to the Bell so I can....probably do not a lot. No, I will. I'll find a way, I promise. So, in essence, meeting adjorned on this point. I love someone, but it don't stop me wanting to love Rebecca. Not that I necessarily will end up doing so, I just could sort of might do. Probably. Gah, I dunno.
Still, I like the fact I don't take any of it back while i'm sober. Hooray!
Fucking video. I might have to re-do that Backstreet Boys bit. This is on tonight:
What do you think, Mr Hand? Mr Hand says he wants Phyllis's cock all to himself, and doesn't want a harlet to ruin the fist action. Shut up, Mr Hand. Phyllis has give you enough all these years, just let him walk down velvet avenue again for once. NO! MR HAND IS ANGRY! I may have to amputate.
I think i'd better go and appease Mr Hand.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/europe/7356110.stm
Please give your usual encouraging thoughts to Liverpool. It's a massive night. For me? Thanks. I'm off to sleep off the residual headache. Whatever that means. Groo!
Later, i'll tell you all about my cooking. Mould has got a book by that dwarf beard bloke off the telly. Anthony Woraaltosser thompson. I am doing something out of that. Pork chop things with a lentil thing and some sort of cider mustard. Minus the calvadore, because I can't get any anywhere. It'll have to be sodding apple juice. Now get lost, it's dark time with the christ sunshine.
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[22 Apr 2008|03:18pm] |
Even though I take none of that stuff back from last night, i've narrowed the viewing circle for the video I did. Because it's a little bit embarrassing. If you want to see it, still, join my friends list on Youtube. You can see it then, if you're that interested in a pissed up me talking about two women. I'll be honest, it's a little bit too open even for me to watch. Hmmm.
So it's on the private list, for youtube chums only. Want to be my chum on there? Join up and join me, i'm called midgetfellatio.
I'd better get cooking soon.
T'Becks and T'Lucy have somehow managed to create a gym down t'pub. It's got an abs machine, which i shall use tomorrow. It should be fun. I have been working on my stomach for a while now. It looks pretty good, but with that I could really tighten it up. I want to get myself looking fucking ace. As ace as my mind is, that is. Or something. Anyway, see you later, yeah?
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[22 Apr 2008|03:58pm] |
Further cementing my position as a decent enough cook, everything's ready. Today, we're making Anthony Worral Tossington's pork chops with lentil ragout and cider mustard. This is the most posh thing i've done so far. With savoy cabbage and new potatoes.
Let's hope it comes out right, eh? Unlike that disasterous sauce in last week's chicken puff pie. I think there's still some of that in the freezer.
In half an hour I shall start the actual recipe.
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[22 Apr 2008|09:40pm] |
Liverpool 1 1 Chelsea.
Thanks a bunch, John Arne Riise.
Gah!
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