2003-12-29 10:29 p.m.
"I'm stuck in York, my dad was supposed to pick me up but the car has broken down and there's no buses."
In hindsight it was the shittest of shit excuses, but what was I supposed to say? "Sorry I cant come into work today because I was up all night snorting pills and talking bollocks"? The landlord was clearly not impressed and I've got a feeling that I may have lost my job. Whoops. I guess I'll find out tomorrow when I phone them up.
It was a good time though, in spite of attempting to set up Craig and Jamie, one of my friends from Uni who was staying the night. The result was two camp guys bitching at each other and practically scratching each other's eyes out. Not fun.
Anyway christmas was pretty shitty and uneventful, the highlight of the day being getting slightly drunk at Faye's and sitting making a list of the people we like, the people we dont like and the people we like purely for comedy value. Anyone got a life going spare I can have?
And I know that I mention him in every single diary entry, but things between me and Anto have been going fine, in spite of him being hundreds of miles away. He has sure been racking up that phone bill, and as Terry, my old man friend from work, told me, nobody phones regularly all the way from Northern Ireland if they dont care.
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