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Other things I need to cut the fuck out of my life include Wikipedia. Why would I spend so much time on this nothingness. Dealing with dweebs in my spare time.

I am |- this close -| to just killing my watchlist entirely. Oh, that would be fun.

In other news, I need my passport number. Conveniently located, AS FUCKING ALWAYS, ON THE BIT OF PAPER I RIPPED UP AND THREW AWAY THIS MORNING. I seriously, seriously have to stop doing that. I’m giving myself mental problems.

I am a fucking idiot for letting people treat me like an object of humour for so long. This shit ends now. I’m dissociating myself with these people before it truly drives me insane.

Got the closure. Oh well.

I’ve rediscovered the Pornorphans. Again. Oh my holy Christ how good was the blooming metal scene in 2000? What the fuck happened?

So I’m at this theatre that looks like a bingo hall, I’ve paid £9.75 for a vodka and coke and I’ve just accused this cripple sitting next to me of stealing my mobile phone. Thus I am landed in the middle of a performance art piece on Frankenstein with me playing the part of the one to be reanimated. Kids, don’t ever dream when drunk and upset, thanks.

In other news, closure on another three people is actually hefty good in the long run. I cannot fucking believe the way that telephone call went, I felt like a complete fud.

And I can’t get a flat at a sane price. Cry.

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.

Ha.

I’m really remarkably fickle. I think I’m over it, and all it took was a day of not getting any attention. Amazing. [edit: you may have attempted to get off with her. You fucking alcoholic retard. Jesus Christ.]
I’m sitting across from cute girl. Woo. She’s got this nice subtle smile, which is quite cool. I have no hair, so no pulling, but I can theoretically become friends with her. Just going to have to shave and stuff.

Fucking hungry. Going to have to go get sossierols at half past or I’ll die I think. The fridge-full-of-beer thing. Although it’s actually better if I don’t get them. Reassurance is one thing, but abstinence requires me to be hard on myself. Which means no sossierols. Cry.

Bald again.

Emma’s seeing John again. The little angel last night in Underworld is seeing the geeky glass collector, who is probably a nice guy and fully deserving.

Fuck this for a laugh. Not going out these holidays. Might just head somewhere they’ll allow me to wear a hat all night, but making no promises.

No longer empty and frantic.

Like a cat. Tied to a stick.