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I really shouldn’t have done some of that.

Sausage rolls and possibly a beer or two next I think. Might as well complete the debauchery. It’s not as if it actually matters, except to my performance, which I have discovered is basically affected only by how turned on I am (although also inversely by the hotness of the female. Worrying.)

Going to get the wysiwyg for this promptly.

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.

My haircut is terrible. Not going there again. Still tempted to get rid of the whole lot.

John’s remaining tight-lipped. I hate that I actually wish that emma hated him. It’s pathetic.

Underworld at 8pm. To be honest I’m only really going to see gill. She’s cool, and could do with some cheering up. I’d still pull her, but I’m taking it very very easy.

The emma thing will subside in time. I just need to tell myself that she didn’t choose john over me.

my love life is a collossal, pathetic joke. If I haven’t pulled by christmas then the hair comes off for new year and I stop making any effort at all until the laptop is due to be paid off. That’s five months of my 23rd year that I’ll miss, but the last five months have been utterly useless and it’s doing my head in.

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.

Drive’s broken on the lappy again, and the power supply / mobo * on the desktop died within ten minutes. Neither have been moved since they worked, and the desktop was on at the time. Ridiculous.

To cap it off, I have no money, three weeks not to spend it, and I could do with a pull. Off of a girl. Who I still haven’t phoned. No cash is a shit excuse. Might try stealing from the Cuthbert tomorrow, suppose he can only say no. Assuming I have enough cash for one text.

np: A Perfect Circle - Mer De Noms (been a while.)

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