2003-06-28 10:04 a.m.
Well last night was....amusing. I spent the majority of it attempting to chat up some guy at the bar. I think I succeeded, because although I came away without a snog he did ask for my phone number and email address. I think he'd be too shy to phone and I think I spelled my email address wrong "Oh shit, I didn't realise how pissed I am until I tried to write!", so I dont think I'll be hearing from him again. Although actually he was a bit geeky and did strike me as the sort of person who'd actually know the correct spelling of Ann Widdecombe's name.
I think I also put him off by complaining that some weird old man who he actually turned out to know and knowing my luck is his dad or something, reminded me of Jeffrey Dahmer.
Anyway, as I said, he left without kissing me, so I spent the rest of the night complaining to John "He's a fucking geek, why did you let me talk to him? Why didn't you tell me?". I also spent the walk home bitching about the new bloke type thing "You see, I dont even know if it's exclusive or what. I just dont know what's going on." John assured me that chances are it probably isn't exclusive and it was likely he was out there shagging someone else at that very moment. I for some reason found this extremely amusing and nearly pissed myself laughing. But in the cold light of day it isn't amusing at all.
2003-06-27 6:26 p.m.
I have spent the entire day looking up autoerotic fatalities, bizarre suicides and bizarre accidental deaths, all for your viewing pleasure. I was going to finish it off tonight but if I have to read about another death my brain will probably explode. It should be up on Sunday.
I think after all of that I need a pint. Only now, on the only night this week that anyone is actually going out, it is absolutely pissing it down and I'm not sure if I feel like it. After an entire week of feeling miserable and lonely and being in a 'I really want to get pissed and fall into a gutter and talk bollocks' mood I seem to absolutely loathe the idea of people right now. Mind you, the idea of a pint is quite nice, and after a few pints I'm sure that I'll just love everyone. I can entertain everyone with all the bizarre death stories that are going through my mind right now, too.
I'm also hoping that new bloke type thing will phone tonight and it'll make me look like I have a really full, busy and exciting life and like I'm not that bothered about him and stuff if I'm not in.
2003-06-26 10:37 a.m.
This week I have been mostly moping around and feeling sorry for myself. No really, when I think about it that's all I've done all week. Seems that this week everyone has decided to run out of money. Or tear ligaments in their legs, pfft.
I've also concluded that 'seeing' a musician not only sucks, it sucks and blows at the same time. Although 'seeing' isn't an accurate description at all. 'Seeing once a year if you're lucky' is more like it. Alright so that's an exaggeration, but it has been an entire week now and I miss him like hell. It's also likely to be almost another entire week until I get to see him, so I'd best just not think about it. All I can say is he better damn well get rich, and soon.
I cant even drown my sorrows tonight as I had planned, seeing as John etc 'have no money'. There should be something alcohol related going on tomorrow, only of course I'm not allowed a proper soial life at the weekends because I have to work. So if I do go out I cant carry out my plan of getting so horrifically drunk that I fall asleep in a gutter. That's a shame, then.
2003-06-23 4:44 p.m.
Tonight I was supposed to be going to The Ritz with Angela, but seeing as she's student scum she cant afford it. Meh. I might be going with him (yum) instead, but it's just not the same really. Is it just me or does going to clubs with bloke type things really suck?
I was feeling extremely sorry for myself and decided that a bit of shopping would be the best cure. I found a perfect pair of jeans in New Look (size 10, which officially means I cant be anything even resembling fat anymore). I should have stopped then really, but I felt I was on a roll. I'm glad I didn't because I found what is officially the best top in the world ever.
Now you'd think that I'd be all pleased and happy after all of that, wouldn't you? But no, because I'm an awkward sod and there's no pleasing me. You see I absolutely have to go out tonight to show off the best top in the world ever or I'll die. Of course Sod's Law is bound to make it so that the new bloke type thing isn't going to The Ritz, which will mean I'm going to spend the whole night at home sulking. Woe is me.
2003-06-22 10:46 p.m.
Five minutes before This Life should be on and I find out it isn't on tonight. I'm really surprised at how much this has pissed me off.
I'm just tired and hungover and cranky and pissed off in general today I think. My boss told me I wasn't allowed to sit around on my arse all day at work, I had to keep myself busy and actually work. I really very almost told him to fuck off.
Anyway, my plan to get so drunk that I fell asleep at a reasonable time last night worked. I had a couple of drinks in the Pack Horse, where they were having a Christmas party. No really. We actually won a quiz type thing for once, our prize was a video. Between three of us. No really.
Around 9.30 Steven and I left to go round to Glynn's house, leaving John in the pub with a bunch of strangers. I spent the rest of the night bitching about the fact that Glynn and Steven kept talking about 'geek things' and wishing John was there 'because he wouldn't be talking about all this bollocks'.
I made sure I was drunk enough to sleep, and too drunk to manage to phone anyone when I got in. Unfortunately, I wasn't too drunk to eat the entire contents of the fridge when I got home. Whoops.
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