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[January 13; 11:51pm] |
FILTERED PRIVATE TO SELF;
I don't know why I had to sit through an hour while some creepy quack thought he had the authority to ask me questions. They're not even polite questions, you know? There's all this things he's asking me about how I growed up and shit. None of it is part of his business at all so I told him so, and the wanker just told me that I had to go back next week. There's absolutely nothing wrong with me.
I told them that, yes, maybe I do enjoy my wine and my brandy every so often. But it's not as if I'm drinking myself to death anymore. It's just a fucking drink, man.
ETA Hahahaha.
END WARDS.
I seem to have some free time this coming weekend. I know, it's still mid-week, but I haven't had a decent weekend in a long time so--suppose I can't go out to drink because that shitty little hack said that we'll be monitoring my drinking habits and I want to prove him wrong feel like I should broaden my literary horizons somewhat. I think the last book I've read was on advanced technical sword-fighting. Or maybe I should just haul myself out to the cinema. Any good movies on?
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[November 25; 03:52pm] |
Alright. Who's done it? If you come forward now, I promise the repercussions will be swift and painless. Relatively quick and painl I am not going to judge you or belittle you in any way, I just want to know who did it. STEALING IS NOT GOOD, YOU KNOW. Not from good, honest people anyway. AND I AM AS GOOD AND HONEST AS THEY GET. Now, cough it up, who's gone off and stolen my lunch? I DEMAND JUSTICE
It was a big Tupperware of reasonably-sized portion of paella. It had chicken in it. I hope you're allergic to chicken, you fucker I would like it back now, alright. Or if you've touched it, I want something in return. I'm fucking starving here.
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[November 25; 02:53am] |
yeah, i only feel all right when the VU is flashing,
and bombs going off in my head.
i want to grab you, want to scream at you;
no icing you down.
the party's crashing us ( now. )
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