This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Des pirates des corsaires sans aucun repaire Listening to Noir Desir, lately, I'm missing a day. It's Saturday? Not sure how that happened. Seems to be going on a lot, lately, that. Meh. My brain is in a generally poor state of repair. It is, I suspect, owing to the fact that I haven't had a drink in at least a week. Must fix that. Too late, now. Blah. I don't have much to say, and I don't like that. Londonish next weekend. Something seems a bit wrong about that. I don't seem to know so many people there about, anymore. Usually I'm going to meet X, Y, and Fred. Meh. I can still wander around complaining about the price of beer, even if nobody's listening, I suppose. There is not much for you to be told, and I'm far too distracted for a good rant. Next time, I think, there shall be something a little different. Or else this place will just become really pathetic. Yeah, I know, but really. Who am I talking to? Fuck knows. I'm going to... not read, because the lightbulb just died. Fork. Heh. Alex is cool. 12:03 a.m. - 2005-08-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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