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[29 May 2008|01:36am] |
I like the way you look after me. It makes me happy. You are beautiful.
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Hey. Rebecca, lovely Rebecca was in today. Tonight, actually. I was thrown. I'd come in to help Danny boy. We had a lot of eaters, including dear Rebecca. While we were working, there she materialised, in the car park, with her lovely genial parents, followed by brother and who I gathered to be his lady.
She stood in car park. I was thrown. I was doing two chef's salads. I couldn't think. Her face was beautiful, you gotta realise, I was horny and I think I kind of want her. Sort of. I'm confused. I waved at her. She smiled. I felt silly. I giggled, and carried on making the salads. Dan and I watched England beat United States 2-0 in the football. Or, the SARKER, as you call it in the States.
Eeeeee! What to do! Rebecca is my one weakness. I can't help it. She's only the second girl i've found that attractive in three years. I didn't know what to do. I've talked about her before, many times, but i'm not prepared for her anymore. She just appears. I arranged her starter, I put it on the plate, I blew a kiss on it. Don't worry, I didn't exhale, that would be unhygenic. I just kissed the air, near her rapaste, without breathing.
She had king prawns and garlic, by the way.
When she ate, she said it was exquisite, apparently. I wanted to say it wasn't as exquisite as she was. I couldn't say that. She apparently said, "Thankyou very much to the chefs", meaning me and Dan. Dan is the chef, you see. I'm just the kitchen porter. So she included me in the compliment. Yay!
I emerged, all horrid and unclean from the kitchen. I could't say hello. I mean, what am I going to say? I'm a kitchen boy, I can't interrupt her family meal.
Bah. She went home. I got last glance. I drank her in, and drank wine. I am like a kid again. I like it. But I want her, so bad. Next time, i'm getting her a bloody drink. I just have to work it right. Something like "Phyllis can't come out right now, but he thinks you're gorgeous, and he wants to paint your drive."
Right, not quite like that. You get the idea.
I am a silly boy. Not matter how I grow up, I still am so bad at this stuff. I am an incredible boyfriend, but shit at the initial stuff. Bollocks.
Goodnight. Sorry about all this.
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[29 May 2008|02:16am] |
I know I had this writing mojo once.
Where has it gone?
I want it back.
Soon.
Otherwise i'll go freakin' crazy.
Ugh.
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[29 May 2008|10:25am] |
Buzzed on wine last night. Didn't get to sleep until four in the morning. I was IMing until then. Actually, I think it was the world's greatest IM ever. I don't know why, it's the sort of IM that reminded me I have a brain, and was talking to someone with one. For someone so dispassionately removed from the highs of life at the moment, it was refreshing.
Words like daises, flowered, pushed up through soil. I found my inner thesaurus. Condusive is my new word.
Anyway, i'm still a little light headed from that wine. It doesn't quite leave my system until well after I wake up. No drink tonight. Rebecca most certainly won't be in, because she was in last night and she has NEVER been in on consecutive nights. I'll take a nice evening with some tea and Red Vs Blue thankyou. If you're not familiar, search on Youtube. It's a comedy series based on the Halo engine. Whoa there. Forget it being a game, and watch it. It's funny, well scripted stuff.
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[29 May 2008|10:39am] |
Buzzed on wine last night. Didn't get to sleep until four in the morning. I was IMing until then. Actually, I think it was the world's greatest IM ever. I don't know why, it's the sort of IM that reminded me I have a brain, and was talking to someone with one. For someone so dispassionately removed from the highs of life at the moment, it was refreshing.
Words like daises, flowered, pushed up through soil. I found my inner thesaurus. Condusive is my new word.
Anyway, i'm still a little light headed from that wine. It doesn't quite leave my system until well after I wake up. No drink tonight. Rebecca most certainly won't be in, because she was in last night and she has NEVER been in on consecutive nights. I'll take a nice evening with some tea and Red Vs Blue thankyou. If you're not familiar, search on Youtube. It's a comedy series based on the Halo engine. Whoa there. Forget it being a game, and watch it. It's funny, well scripted stuff.
I can see how the Rebecca thing frustrates some of you. Believe me, if you feel that, it's nothing to the way I feel about it. I don't want to be single forever, after all. However, it's something I struggle with. Think of it as a hilarious clumsy knockabout saga. Maybe i'll ask her out when i'm eighty.
Something holds me back. I'll talk about it one day.
Maybe.
I dreamt about Rebecca last night. I dreamt I shook her hand. Her hand! Businessmen shake hands! Then right, I found her brother trying to stop some foam leaking in a road, from a burst water main. What the hell is going on?
Right, yeah. I'm out of here, yeah? Yeah. Bye!
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[29 May 2008|03:36pm] |
I think Chris Crocker has the most punchable face i've ever seen. I don't know why. It's just every time I see him, his face just asks to be punched. Punched hard.
Anyway, if I never see another OAP Thursday it won't be too soon. It doesn't feel like three weeks since the coffin dodgers last slumped into my life with creeping doom. But there you have it. Forty seven. My dishwasher is leaking. Work is hell.
Amusement provided by T'Becks.
"Phyllis, if you don't get yer t'bits oot then me an' Lucy are going to get 'em out for yer".
Chortle. I don't get my bits out that easily.
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