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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.

So.

It’s possible that I actually fancy her. Think about her quite a lot. Get excited when she talks to me. Not sure about this yet.

And she’s went and pulled him.

I’ll figure this out. If she’s still talking to me, cool. If she’s not out tonight, cool. I do need Gill’s friend to be out though. Need to be shown some affection by someone.

This is fucking ridiculous. If I don’t pull soon I’m going to end up gay by accident.

In other news, bumped into Baz O’Halloran out last night. Happy coincidence. Gradually getting the network back together.

This time with Gillian.

Firstly, I’m pleased that quite a few people think I’m pretty nift at pool. Woo.

Secondly, not sure that gill trusts me, but still. had a few drinks tonight, which was cool. asked about nothing. Realised she isn’t a mosher, just a little girl. She has a p h i t friend, and that could be awesome at the weeked. Mental note - get haircut tomorrow.

Today was pretty cool. Took calls. Confident already. Dealt with one really hairy one and a few iffs. Tomorrow will be even better.

Bed by middy tonight I think. Try and get some sleep I think.

Oh, yeah. I really actually want gill’s mate, because not only is she young and presumably horny and shortish-haired, she isn’t miss powersuit. I can’t stop staring at her. I’d love to cuddle her and stuff, but I’m not going to put up with this permanently. She has to learn to approach people. If nothing happens towards the end of the week I’m going to ask her to the pub and try and get cool. But I really dunno what’s going on.

Gill’s jealous as fuck of her, as is every other chick in there. She is a a fucking h o t t i e is why. Wish she’d wear that dirty little skirt again. buh.

PS I love this track. Might watch some Peep Show after this, might have a beer. Bad boy.

It’s odd that the webcam capture thingy didn’t come on this time. Usually does when I come off hibernate.

EK was cool. Nice place and Craig (my Buddy) is pretty cool too. Couple of fitties in as well, not that I noticed. Went out after work with Paul and johnboy, whipped everyone at pool (my potting was just shIIIIte but I got a couple of exceptionally good tricks, thus looking ace) and then hit Living (first time. Quite cool. Night called Firefox on Friday. I have to go, on principle) before hitting Maohdaoh (I’m allowed to fancy Mel) and getting free drinks from Ants, watching mr Smith putting seventy moneys into the puggy and leaving.

I’m becoming more and more addicted to ms Boyle. The girl would get it thoroughly, and if low self-esteem really is her problem then I know exactly the cure. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s making chicks think they’re better than they really are.

In far too late. Need bed soon. These sausage rolls are the fucking MUTT’S NUTS. Life is ace. Minus the shagging. If I had Emma (fingers not crossed, thoughts out of mind, not thingy line from Fitter Happier) then life may just be better than ever. I’m sure she is actually interesting once you get beyond the cuteness, fitness, awesome dress sense, lovely accent and laugh I could listen to all day. Did I mention her shockingly lovely eyes?

Did I ever mention how much I like the drug Ecstacy?

Seriously though, fuck. Do You Remember The First Time and all that. Could really, really have done with a pull, but such is the way of the no-mojo. gah.

texted about eight women last night as usual. There was actually a nice girl out, but she left basically straight away. So that wasn’t happening.

Start at EK today. FUCK ME getting up at sensible times is so thrilling.

Goals today: enjoy self, try not to commit suicide during possible comedown, don’t starve, contact those retards to find out what happened at the weekend. Hopes today: meet Vicki and find out that she is fit, single, horny and still likes me. aaaa-hahahaha. Talk to cute girl. Talk to other cute girls. I really should buy batteries, I could do with getting through some CDs again.

• Spent less than a tenner;
• music got pretty decent at points;
• looked fabulous as usual;
• Karina in a pinstripe jacket, going to text me.

Lost Al, but with any luck he’s pulled. (edit: with any luck? Who am I kidding? I didn’t want him to pull, not really.) Stu not back, with a horrendous amount of luck he’s bringing an extra girl back. Never in a quizillion years. (edit: how unsurprising.)

Still, surprisingly good. Nights with Al are pretty cool all in all.

I could fucking die for a pull though. This is getting utterly ridiculous. It’s going to grow back soon.

Death Disco. What am I doing.

Wish me luck. Hell, might be the best night evar. No point in being set against it before I go.

GAH. Damn you, the Cuthbert!

Nah, to be honest this is a good thing. Not enough of us going, this cold isn’t heading south fast enough and after that curry it’s highly unlikely that I’d be making much motion anyway. So meh.

Anyway, tonight was fun at the pub. Had a heart-to-heart with Nikki, which was amusing, although it’s reasonable to assume that she knows why I’m so forgiving of little miss powersuit. Told a couple of little white lies, as I is wont to do, but I should be able to get away with it. One night in Brixton is now sufficient to claim to have lived there, for instance. Think I came away better for it though. Good lass.

Tomorrow is now the big night. I hope that I can talk to cute girl for a while. I also hope that I get up at a sensible time to do shopping and Interweb and tidying. Want this place spotless. It’s annoying me.

Oh yeah, and talked to eleanor for three seconds on msn. she was intensely relieved that I was still alive. Really need to get back into wasting all day talking to her. Best days ever innit.

anothergoodnight. Woo!

• more birdsong on the way home. odd. Hope it wasn’t because I’ve broken the birdies. Never remember it from before.
• Al’s got a bird! A wee short fat one! How odd! She seems to like me though, and is bringing friends for Friday. Woohoo.
• Gig. Oh. Oh. Oh. Let’s see… Mono is a proper skene pub, but the cider’s good (and free. yars). First band on were utter skene kids, pretty decent at what they did but still a bit embarrassing to watch what with the outfits and the 80s rage and the like. Second lot were just sort of pishy, Robinson style. And then the good bit. John comes on looking old, so does Steven. I’m fine, I’m cool. Al goes “there’s manda”. I deny, I look, I die a death. 12-year-old Britney Spears fan again. No talking this time, thank Christ. DH were fucking excellent, new and old, Dirty Doctor being proper brill, and halfway through the fit barmaid from King Tut’s last night walks by me. Death in Vegas. Best night in ages.
• Friday is now cheesy pop at QMU. I must do well, but tonight I looked fabulous so it can’t be that hard.

So I had three pints of cider. Bite me. I left with more buckage than I went in with.

The girl who sings Destiny (Sia Furler. prrrrrrr) is the embodiment of human perfection. Jesus would weep. Well worth the sixteen goddamn pounds I paid. (link to mpt’s italics thing here. Wordpress needs wysiwyg.)

Death Disco was three and a half hours of pure, unadulterated shite. Further proof that the only person who is capable of making sound decisions for me is me. And possibly my mummy.

np: Catatonia - Strange Glue