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[05 Jun 2008|12:16am] |
No Rebecca, but I was afforded some good conversation, with Stuart, part of our management. I think I really got a new modicum of respect for him tonight. Managed just two and a half pints. I could have had none, I know, but that's not bad. And I needed to get out.
No more waiting for things to happen, Phylly. Yes? Time to live life.
I've decided i'm not going to keep on going backwards. If I do that, I won't get anywhere. I'm going out properly soon, we have a big night out planned. I'm going to get all done up, and i'm going to look good.
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[05 Jun 2008|11:36am] |
Look, here's a classic Charlie Brooker column:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2006/jul/07/comment.lifeandhealth
My favourite thing that I think about doing that I never would do is throwing my Guiness glass in a random direction when i've finished drinking out of it, before slowly getting my penis out and wringing it's pink neck to orgasm, looking into the distance stony faced while others spout their indignation and astonishment.
Right, fuck all this, i've got work to do, yeah?
Another Alien dream last night. Terrifying. I was floating around the Nostromo, in an anti grav beige part of it.
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[05 Jun 2008|04:00pm] |
Well, you won't be surprised to learn that my day has sucked. In fact, more than ever. I'm certainly not happy, but i'm not going to let it defeat me. I'm not weak. I'm sure the rest of the day will suck just as much. But nothing anymore surprises me. It's this fucking village. I despise it.
So, not a great day at all.
My elder sister Dawn has added some old photos to her Facebook. I couldn't believe my eyes, when I found this picture of Slarty, the dog we had when I was very young.
Unbelievable.
Back to work in three hours. Sigh.
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[05 Jun 2008|10:22pm] |
As i'm here and up, I shall tell you what i'm going to do. I'm going to get some tea, possible Camomile, and i'm going to sit here and use this as a verbal canvas. Perhaps. I've got an hour or two before I intend to go to bed. I will perhaps loosen my fingertips and do a bit of freeform writing. I don't know. Wait and see.
I want to clean up first. I can't keep taking baths, and we have no shower, so i'll be reduced to pouring water into a jug and tipping it all over my fucking body.
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