happy thoughts
Friday, December 30th, 2005Not only did I not go out, I didn’t drink at all. Both of these were very good ideas. Not often I *avoid* doing things which would cause me physical and mental distress.
Not only did I not go out, I didn’t drink at all. Both of these were very good ideas. Not often I *avoid* doing things which would cause me physical and mental distress.
I have got to stop acting like a complete wanker sometimes. Some of the shit I was coming out with last night was just completely unacceptable, and I can’t keep this up – I’ve done it since I was a kid, when it was my dominating characteristic, and really need to get rid of it altogether as soon as. If this means dropping the arrogance entirely I need to do this. It’s fucking ridiculous, I can see me being a complete cunt of a father just now.
I feel like utter shit and I’ve got fucking nobody to talk to about it. Fucking same old. So edinburgh at the weekend, try to take so many drugs that it doesn’t matter how I feel (although this has never worked in the past): I’ve got cock all to look forward to except my laptop. Got a strong feeling a major purge is coming on for a while, say six months. It’s not like my birthday is going to be fun whether I’ve got people there or not. JESUS SUFFERING FUCK.
These links are fucking dire. Non-budget food is basically fucking awful anyway, and Richmond links are the worst. WHY IS THE SKIN NOT HARD.
So if I balance the old disk on a glass and a Republica CD is stops fucking clicking. Good enough for the time being. Note to self: stop fucking with your hardware.
When I replace this box, i’m never opening the fucker. NEVAR.
So that’s over then. Funny how things work out conveniently.
Janine though. What the fuck would you say if Janine came up to you and said “Do you know anyone who would want to hump me”? Fucking idiot.
Identical twins?! This is really getting silly, now.
One or both of my hard drives are going to die permanently very, very soon. This scares me. Very much.
Heather Locklear is 44 years old?!
Bumped into Baz O’Halloran again at the weekend, which is a whole year since last time. Christ. Time flies when you’re, erm, alive.