This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...far away from birds and herds and village girls, I have been drinking... To-night, I am drinking cheap vodka and listening to Catatonia, which is something that always makes me nostalgic for... equally crappy times. It's hard not to get drunk and rained on and to sing along to Catatonia, sometimes.
Ah, fuck. I am entirely useless. I won't go into the details, but I just dropped some flapjack into a glass of water, and, anyway, the up-shot is that I now have yoghurt in my hair. I do not feel in the mood for bed, but there is absolutely nothing to stay awake for. Ah well, at least I don't have to buy a sniper rifle since Lucy didn't run away to Scotland, in the end. Damn Family Affairs. Shouldn't scare me like that. 4:30 a.m. - 2005-05-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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