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[28 May 2008|11:08am] |
Well, I managed it. It's only one night, but it's something, ain't it? At one thirty in the morning, lightning and thunder held sway and shattered the night open. It was awesome. I think storms must change the air or the senses or something, because something in that air makes me horny. If I was in a relationship I could have done some seriously fun things, as it was, I just lay there in the thick air and listened to the crashing thunder, watched the night light up and then the instantly following booming sound.
Ace.
I don't know what i'll do tonight. I think i'll have to do one night on, one night off. I get restless. Very restless.
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[28 May 2008|03:26pm] |
I've swapped shifts. Reason One is it's busy tonight and I can help Dan. Reason Two, it means I won't be sitting here and kicking my heels.
This morning I had to buy some bread for the Bell, because a certain supply service didn't have any brown bread in their massive warehouse. I felt like a bit of a prat, buying five loaves of brown bread. I wonder what they think I was going to do with them. Have a massive buffet, I suppose. But why brown?
I looked at the condoms, they reminded me of the sex I am not having. I don't need reminding about this. The irony is i've never used condoms. Before you baulk at this, and don't know the reason why I haven't, it's not laziness or anything, it's that I only had only had one partner before, and I trusted 'em. So i've never had the need.
Anyway, it occuted to me how expenise fucking has become. Look at the Durex. Three pounds for three fucks. I suppose that's if you ejactulate inside, but I personally like doing that. So, in that case, if I did have a girl which I don't, I would have to pay three goddamned pounds for a trio of shags. I don't know about you, but with all the backed up sperm i've got, three would not be enough. So you're looking at a good tenner for a decent evening's fun. Assuming you do it in the evening. Again, I prefer it in the evening.
I don't know what i'm talking about. Sex and money make my head spin. Fuck off, yeah?
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[28 May 2008|03:43pm] |
So, now, Poetry.com inform me that i'm to be celebrated as an all consuming diety of poetry. All because of one sodding poem I wrote when heartbroken. I don't believe this. I got sent an email, declaring pretty much that I was to be venerated as a god of poetry. Must they rape my beautiful persona poem further? They don't even try to sound sincere anymore.
I can't remove that poem from the site either. Boo.
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[28 May 2008|06:17pm] |
Last pictoral Retro Gawp, at least until 2012. By then i'm sure something exciting will have happened.
Another read-by-nobody funzone, then. Starting with this:
More after the jump:
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