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[27 May 2008|01:50am] |
This morning I woke up with a headache, due again to the amount of alcohol I drink. Not this actual morning, though it is now morning. I've just been drinking again, but am now sober because of the amount of time i've stayed up. I feel as sober as an iceberg.
When I did wake up on the morning of Monday, I flicked on the tv, and lay in my personal hell, waiting for the weather, hoping that my new fancy Claire Nasir would be on. It wasn't her, it was someone else. She wasn't bad, but her not being Claire made her appear like a hag with a beak. It wasn't pleasant. I went back to groaning in my hangover hell. Where was my lovely Claire?
I'm never getting up early again. Besides, I can find Claire Nasir on Youtube. I don't even care a fuck that the weather is out of date on it. As long as I can look at her damned face and manipulate my balls and cock into a disgusting rainfall. Now piss off.
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[27 May 2008|11:36am] |
I should really stop going down the pub every night. It's starting to become nightly again. That's four pints nightly. Not a good thing, at all. I suppose i'm unsettled by something. Or I wouldn't be going. I think this unsettlment levels out into a boredom, or a depression or something, and causes me to have to ingest booze to blot it out.
Stupid.
I know. I'll do something about it. I'm sure the money i'd save would be ample goal. I need an ambition, something to aim for. Maybe when I do finally go to America. I don't know why or where just yet.
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So i'll try tonight. I have to convince myself there's no reason to go out, and every reason to stay in. When I stop drinking for a while, my brain starts to work again. To link words better. I become a fricking genius. Now i'm like Oliver Reed, crashing around the Parkinson show. Not quite as bad, but I can see myself getting there. I am easily at risk.
And I must fight.
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[27 May 2008|12:36pm] |
A few years ago I put this up. I've always liked it, i've always loved it. It's a simple and beautiful promise. From the intro to Final Fantasy VIII. Don't laugh, it's one of the sweetest things you'll ever read.
I'll be here...
Why...?
I'll be 'waiting'...here...
For what?
I'll be waiting...for you...so...
If you come here...
You'll find me.
I promise.
I wish I was Squall. Great big fucknut that he is.
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[27 May 2008|12:59pm] |
Sorry about this. It's a bit of an in joke with Bolb and Richi, but you might find it funny, if you're into in jokes you're not in on.
In the ending animation of Final Fantasy VIII, there is a bit during which the characters film each other on a camcorder. So far, so normal. CGI video game characters mucking about on camera, laughing it up and chortling about having defeated Ultimecia. Hooray!
Except that it goes a bit wrong. Zell, filmed eating something or other, gets some food caught in his throat, first seen here:
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God. What next, eh? Well, cooking in my case.
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[27 May 2008|04:13pm] |
Imagination runs thickly from my head, through my ears, oozes out of my throat...runs down my skin. Onto the floor, away. Gone, to be replaced by a thick black tar. What happened to my imagination?
I worry about it, I really do. I used to be so good at plucking thoughts directly from the air. I tried to write a rhyming love poem just now. It was boring. Worse than boring, it was just average.
I can't convey the breathtaking anymore. At least I can't at the moment. I wish I could.
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[27 May 2008|05:39pm] |
I tell ya, they say women love a man who can cook. Which means I should be fighting 'em off. I'm not though, i'm sitting here staring dolefully at the wall and feeling my penis shrivel to a husk. Ho, ho!
Here's what I made today.
Firstly, breaded mushrooms. All you do, is get some fucking button mushrooms, roll 'em in flour, egg, and then breadcrumbs. And deep fry the cunts for a minute or two. That's yer starter.
For main, good old beef casserole. Brown off the fucking chuck steak in oil, remove it from the pan, chuck in some carrots and onions all cut into chunks. Remove them when you've browned 'em slightly, stir two tablespoons of flour into the fuckin' fat, and blend it, when it's blended, heat it and stir until it's a light brown roux (Whatever that fucking well is) bang in 600ml of beef stock, fuck in a tablespoon of pureed tomato, and smooth it out. Boil it, and add the goddamned beef you've browned, as well as the bloody vegetables, yeah? Christ sake. Right, stick a lid over it and simmer the fuck out of it for two hours, on a very low heat.
Add some dumplings and voila! You've got a fucking meal. Sit down, eat it and piss off.
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