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I think you're in the clear.
and walk it off.
I got over AIDS through the awesome healing power of walking. If i can, you can too.
are noted in society for their hosts' exquisite taste...
"Monsieur, with these carpet burns, you're really spoiling us"
too young + crippling fear of society.
And I've spent loads of money on records recently.
I still feel hungover. My body aches. Also I can't afford to go out.
There is a fug of lethargy and moroseness about London today.
I was so affected by it that when someone asked me to come see Babel with them, I said yes instead of "Actually, can't we just go to Blockbuster and rent Independence Day?"
pig "rob zombie" foot.
not MAN FLU! Are you dying?
compared to this slow drawn out death.
because im saving money, and ones liver in order to COMPLETE the circle line challenge tomoroow for my bithday!
and that didn't stop you?!
and couldn't be bothered.
Worn out and fancied a night it. I shall party to an appropriate level tomorrow night.
A bit can't be arsed, a bit in love with this Mastodon album I've got and don't ever want to leave my stereo.
Hope you feel better soon. 20 Camels and a pie will soon have you right as rain, no doubt.
Mastodon = Awesome.
However, as I was walking home tonight, Catch 33 by Meshuggah came on.
This is how heavy that album was: I moshed on the bus. Some girls asked me what I was listening to. I took off my headphones and launched a gutteral scream in their faces. Like in the Come To Daddy video. They could only just make out what was coming from the headphones over the sound of conversation and the bus engine, but it was enough.
A circle pit started on the bus.
Soon after I got off and walked the rest of the way home, low-bowing all the way.
That is how heavy that album is.
come to the pub tomorrow?
I dunno... I might have to be all like "Crablin, we've never met, and you once sent me a PM that was affecting, humourous and intensely disturbing. But... [tears up] ...I'm sorry, I can't do this..."
It'd be awkward.
Don't think I forgot about your birthday.
I gave your present to your mum.
you said you just wanted my signature in case i got famous!
you could compare your most sickeningly narcissistic moments?
Wow! You're practically family!
he never PMs me and we ARE family.
i love you
just agreed with bamos about music.
plus, no moneys and lots of outstanding work hanging over my head like a black cloud of doom.
in from the decemberists. i've had a lovely shower, and now i'm going to watch a film.
what film? What film?
Le Grande Illusion
Little Big Man
Cries And Whispers
The Holy Mountain
The Man Who Fell To Earth
The Missouri Breaks
Double Life Of Veronique
A Woman Under The Influence
all in my dvd 'to watch' pile.
what a greaT list. I dont think I've seen any of htose.. If I were you I'd watch La Grande Illusion.
and i need something good, so i will indeed watch it.
Tonight I watched Argento's "The Bird With The Crystal Plumage" and last night I watched Sinatra in "The Detective". Tomorrow I shall watch Jess Franco's "Succubus"... Tut tut.
unless you start watching 'frat pack' comedies. argento and franco are the horror equivalent of arthouse...
'Les Parapluies de Cherbourg' last week. Fantastic! Why isn't Jacques Demy more famous here?
the english are PHILISTINES MY DEAR! SHEER PHILISTINES! ROROROROROROROFL! *adjusts cummerbund*
We can deal with Godard and Truffaut, but draw the line at all that mumbo jumbo...
aint that the truff
i always ruin my jokes on here. even when they are of dubious quality in the first place.
good if i'd got it right. i hope...i hope i hope i hope
in man who fell to earth.
i've not seen the others.
So I've no money for anything else...
AS opposed to an informal? Or an informer?
i felt that 'joke' failed and needed 'explanation'
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
by the same chap that did the X-Files theme?
Or someone. Scully. Mouldy.
I didn't watch it very often.
no it wasn't. i had a chat about Snow tonight with a friend. he's from canada. he's white. he does reggae. he might be in prison. he licky boom boom down.
and now I'm back
Or something. That was the rhyme!
i thought it was brilliant, really glad i dragged myself out, i am now even more addicted to stormy weather (and the rest of that album)
I saw you walk in. I didn't realise it was going to be a table and chairs affair, it was great though. I was supposed to go clubbing after but decided not to ruin the night.
clubbing after that would be somewhat wrong in a sense
but i was so incredibly tired i couldn't face leaving the house. :(
i was knackered, but dragged myself on a mission to get there and was well rewarded.
shame on you!
for being a jerk
of the long-distance rabbit rapist.
that;s pretty good going if it was in cardiff.
no idea what it's called.
I came back. I am slightly drunk.
basically, hungover and feeling like crap all day.
i'm at work RIGHT NOW.