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Today, I got mildly drunk for about two quid, largely thanks to the fact that my brother got out of date beer for less than forty pence a pint. Last night, I slept for over fifteen hours (after days awake). We were puzzling over the source of a strange sound downstairs. Nobody could be arsed going to see what it was, it just sounded like some sort of driller killer or something, so what was the rush, anyway? Ow, bastard, damn twitches, I just kicked a load of crap in the direction of all over the fucking place. Have some conversations, I can't be arsed to get up... ChivSomething: i'm due to start The Social Contract, but i got distracted by Germinal. The boiler is broken. There is a want for hot water outside of the kettle. I really would like to shower, as I'm covered in loose hairs, thank you. The boiler breaks once every bajillion months, I get a haircut once every seventy, and both happen at the same time, eh. I have decided to defy anybody to listen to the theme from The Prisoner and not feel slightly better than they previously had. It makes me want to run across the beach and feign attack by a beachball, or at least to shout all that, "I am not a number!" crap at people "Oh yes, in other P. news, Lebanon has pulled out of the Eurovision" Be seeing you. 2:22 a.m. - 2005-03-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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