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[Dec. 31st, 2008 - 06:57 pm] |
Fuccckkk
you know what's NOT fucking clever? Letting your brother convince you a New Year rave is a great idea! So I'm in a carpark in the motorway services hooking my laptop up to someone else's wireless while Jon and his mates stock up on rollypapers, JUST IN CASE I end up dead and trampled into frosty mud in an airfield in the fucking arse of nowhere somewhere off the M25. So, that's what's going on! Just so people know and don't worry, like anybody gives a shit. Hopefully won't feel the cold once we've got all this beer gone, cos right now my nuts are like fucking marbles and that's WITH hat and scarf and coat and the car heating turned up full blast. We're gonna DIE outside.
Last couple of months have been mental, stalking the Boosh round the country as much as possible (and more to come in Jan - AIDAN, YOU IN? I'VE GOT SPARES) then early Christmas with the family then backpacking round France like FUCKING SNOWMEN in the ice cold, then flying back THIS AFTERNOON for tonight - loan ain't enough, I need moneyyyyy. I need a JOB. Fuck. D: So here's options:
1) Drug dealer, except I don't do drugs except weeeeed and any five year old can pick that up themself, everyone's on it these days. Plus dealers are all fucking massive and I'm like a flesh and blood stickman, they'll get all threatened and flatten me. So that's out.
2) Prostitute! I can't think of any cons, I'm well up for this.
3) No point thinking up number 3, I'm sorted now. PLAN!
ARGH they're back, partytime! See you next year, if I don't freeze to death. Should be a good night, I'm looking forward to it really, I'm just having a whinge cos Jon and his bumboys are making me sit in the middle back seat and I'm SQUASHED. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2008 - 07:04 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | new digs | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | COLD | ] |
| [ | Music |
| | nothing yet | ] |
FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
I mean, I ain't complaining about getting stuck in Rome, or I wouldn't normally, but I fucking will THIS WEEKEND OUT OF EVERY WEEKEND. There were loads more flights with other companies that KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING WITH THEIR FINANCES but they all sold out in like three seconds, plus we had no money left, so Christ knows what kind of favours Jon promised that bloke he met last week but he DROVE US TO CALAIS and my dad come over on the ferry and brought us back in. JEEESUS fuck. Fun times! Nothing like being fashionably late. And fucking hell, it's cold. You forget England's just a massive dripping freezer when you're away from it for a bit.
So, I just dragged my last few bags of stuff in. I feel like a DICK now, like the New Kid who don't fit in properly yet. Oh well.
*wandering around to get the feel of the place and find the kitchen so he can stash a crate of Stella* |
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