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[Mar. 29th, 2007|01:08 am] |
Yeah, like, hello LJ. Long time no nowt. But I've decided I want/need to start writing again. I WAS going to just delete all my posts from here )and began to) so I could keep people and it'd be easier. But it wasn't - as far as I can see you have to do it one by one.
So whatever. I signed up again. I'll type this here before I delete the remainder (the whole thing)
sexual_innit. Go go gadget-if-you-want-to.
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[Jul. 1st, 2004|11:52 am] |
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The twatty DSA people cancelled my driving test. With one and a half days fucking notice. ''Examiner sickness''. Could I do that if I was sick? Yes, but I'd lose 40 fucking pound.
So now I've got to wait for the new date they're sending through the post.
''It should be in two to three weeks.'' 'Louise' said. Well great. Apart from the fact I WON'T BE IN THE FUCKING COUNTRY. And knowing my luck that's when it'll be. So I'll have to rebook it AGAIN.
I was all psyched up for it :( Fuck sake. Fuck knows when it's going to be now.
FUCK. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 29th, 2004|12:33 pm] |
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| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | On Top - The Killers | ] |
Hahaha, don't you just love it when you get hiccups and one catches you with your mouth open and just comes out as a massive freaky sounding burp?
*picks at bits of soggy crisp stuck in her teeth*
/Bored.
Ooh, the parcel man caught me having a spazzy boogie to The Ordinary Boys this morning :O. I was singing my little wee heart out. He LAUGHED.
Bastard. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2004|07:36 pm] |
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| | Up In The Sky - O-a-seeese | ] |
I will never ever EVER slag off O-A-SEEESE, but watching them last night, the best live band in teh world were...below average :(.
Liam's got the beard back. NOOOOO Liam. His voice just sounded...wrong, and WAY too strained (most noticably on Morning Glory) and where was the onstage brotherly banter?
Maybe the fire in their hearts has gone out?
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[Jun. 25th, 2004|10:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ordinary Boys << haha... fitting :) | ] |
The football was highly enjoyable. We were shit as usual. Threw it away as was expected. Everyone KNEW we'd lose. Which makes it even more fun when everyone gives it the ''gutted - I really thought we had a chance''. Or, if you're like my Dad, ''I knew we wouldn't go anywhere''.
He's the worst football supporter ever, only ever bangs on (or is interested) about his ''beloved'' Liverpool when they win. Never hear anything other than that. And yesterdays England game is a good example, soon as Owen scored ''GOOD LAD, I KNEW HE'D DO IT, WE'LL WALK ALL OVER UM. PORTUGAL AREN'T THAT GOOD. WE'VE GOT THIS IN THE BAG. FANTASTIC.'' Then the rest of the game he's banging on about how great Portugal are and always have been, how they're going to stamp all over us and send us packing. Sprouts shit about each of the England players and how bad they are to groans from everyone else. And then he's back to wanking all over England when Lampard scores.
In other words - he loves whoever's winning at that point. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2004|10:56 am] |
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| |  jealous | ] |
Fucking people banging on about fucking Glasto.
I want to see O-A-SEEEEEEESE ;_; |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2004|02:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  working | ] |
Had 80 fucking balloons to fill with helium and arse around tying curling ribbon on each of the bastards to do this morning. My finger kills from knotting the balloons. I think I've actually burst a blood vessel :/. It looks gross.
Went to the Cheshire Show yesterday with the mother. It gets shitter every year and it's quarter the size it used to be. You used to go home anchored down with freebies and a belly full of free food but you get none of that now. Zilch. The weather held off though. Feel sorry for the poor sods trudging round there today.
It seems everyone I went to school with is...I don't know. Not settling down. It's weird. I see loads of girls waddling round with pregnant bellies on them. Some are already pushing prams of 1/2 year olds. Saw (for the benefit of Saz/Smithy) Kate Nadolski and Carl Hitchen in Matalan at the weekend buying 'house stuff', cushions and pots and the like - which means they're moving in together? And got a text from David Downes last night - he's only going to be a fucking Dad O_O. Dave. Aaaw. He loved me so :D
Oh and: AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH NORTHWICH IS SHIT I CAN'T GET THE CHIKINKI ALBUM!!! ;_: |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|02:27 pm] |
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I'VE GOT A SIGNED DRESSING ROOM SIGN THING FROM THE CHARLATANS WITH MY NAME ON AND AAAAAAAAAARYHGHDROEGR!!
http://images5.fotki.com/v80/free/23219/2/294711/1057578/pic-vi.jpg?1087823960
Argh don't know why the link won't work. COPY PASTE COPY PASTE QWUIOFHW!1 |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|11:13 am] |
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| | Fucking Jamelia :/ | ] |
Why the hell has FUCKING Jamelia covered a FUCKING Linkin Park song???
I have an ulcer on my tongue. *sticks it out* Euuuuuuuuuurhrjerejrwjrgh. |
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[Jun. 19th, 2004|12:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thoughtful | ] |
Met Paul in the Trafford Centre yesterday afternoon. Well no, was pounced upon by him in HMV making do a ghey squeel. He looked decidedly unimpressed with the pizza my mum had saved him from lunch but he ate it none the less after much ''fucking eat it or my mum'll think you're an ungrateful bastard''.
Went to the Night & Day, saw that The Shallow Call weren't playing till 11.15pm. My train was at 11.10pm....So when Rods came in I beckoned him over and asked if the bus was on (they've put on a bus a couple of times to take us Northwich fans (their friends and me) home) but no. It wasn't.
''Well I'm not even gonna see yer then cos my train leaves at 11''.
So he trundles off to Phil, leans to shout in his ear which looked HIGHLY fucking sexual, came back and said:
''Phil said you can jump in with him''
HEUGHEWUGHOEWGHOWEGHEOGHEOWGHOEWWEQIQO3WRIO NMLDAFSF *breath* OOOOOOooooh my god.
Rang mum to tell her I'd be home later because I wasn't getting the train I was coming home with Phil.
''Who's Phil?''
''....the lead singer''
I'll just say it didn't go down too well and she put the phone down on me. But screw it.
Watched the first band who were blatantly just a Franz tribute, then gave in to Pauls constant head nodding and beckoning towards the toilets, where (it must be said) he gave me the best fuckage ever, before triumphantly saying (abit too loud)
''Sex in the toilets twice. GET IN!!'' O_O. And it mustn't have looked suss at all going back upstairs all sweaty looking.
After the gig Phil came to get me and so my byes to Paul were very quick, which I think was maybe a good thing as usually there's much dragging it out and tears and :(
Tom came with us (the manager) and it was a cool journey home. Phils a nutter and I was very composed and not at all wafihoiafhowihfoihqwfhoqwif. Well-I hid it well.
Poor Paul had to wait till 9.00 this morning for his coach. I felt so bad when he rang me as I was getting up for work and I saw the code was Manchester. Poor little mite :(. I miss him loads already. I just want a big cuddle and to sniff him :(
And sex. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2004|01:42 pm] |
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| | thirsty | ] |
Skinny-not so-indie-but-looks-it boy working in the library again today. IN A SHIRT!!! Oooh I love men in shirts. Scruffy looking shirtness. MmmmmMMMM.
Was my big-little sisters birthday yesterday. Made up with the bag I got her. It's foul. I wouldn't be seen dead with anyone clutching one but it's right up her street and she loves it so....
She got that Hits47483492498 cd. Was having a gander on the back at what it had on and on the second cd it's got Delays, Ordinary Boys, Zutons, The Stills, MORRISSEY??! :/ This could be a good thing. But it's extremely likey cd2 just won't get played past J:Lo.
Pauls coming up tomorrow and we're off off off to see The Shallow Call (again). Funn funns. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2004|08:00 pm] |
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Eurgh had a fry-up for tea and feel all greasey and fat and euuuuuuuuuurgh yuk yuk yuk.
Fuck I forgot Holland were playing tonight. I'm off to have the odd glance in the direction of the television. In the privacy of my bedroom.
HELLO!!!
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[Jun. 14th, 2004|04:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | frustrated | ] |
The Coopers board hates me, the Coopers board hates me tra la la la la.
AAAAAAAAARGH DAMMIT.
What am I meant to DO? :/
;_;
EDIT: FIT LIBRARIAN!!!! :O. Librarians aren't fuckable. They aren't. They're supposed to be all geeky and...not fuckable. Oh god he's all skinny indie boy. IN A LIBRARY!!!! |
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| Stealed from Wince |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|01:32 pm] |
| How to make a crashin_in |
Ingredients:
3 parts pride
3 parts self-sufficiency
3 parts joy |
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Serve with a slice of curiosity and a pinch of salt. Yum! |
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[Jun. 13th, 2004|03:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nehemiah - Hope Of The States | ] |
Boughted the Hope Of The States album yesterday finallllly, AND paid £3.01 extra for a sodding envelope. Wasn't impressed on first hearing, but it's a definate grower. Current faves: 66 Sleepers To Summer, George Washington and Nehemiah. And Enemies/Friends has grown on me. Never used to like that. Apart from the end. Anywho, tis fabby and I luffs it.
Today is mine and Pauls 11 month anniversary. And once again we aren't spending it together :(
:'( |
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[Jun. 9th, 2004|06:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Chemical Brothers ft. Tim Burgess - Life Is Sweet | ] |
Home. Great. Meh :(
Kasabian are complete 'tardial bastard fuckwit tossers. I was absolutely GUTTED. Let's support The Fucking Who then. They need to wake up and realise they haven't got kerzillions of fans - it's the same people at each sodding gig, so they've probably got a hundredth of what they think they have. Fair enough if there'd been abit more bloody warning, but to get to the venue and be told (by a fake overly excited worker type girl)''Suchandsuch are still playing!!! Come in and have a WONDERFUL TIIIIIIIIME!!!!!'' *smile grin gurn*.
No.
So myself and Paula trudged up to the pub to tell everyone else - but Wince rang Paul and already knew. Got there, couldn't see anyone but Wincyroo and Scruffy came over to us.
Scruff was *derderDEEEEEEEEER* empty handed so bought her a drink, then we went and sat down and had drinkage and chats and much bitching. And spillages when Paul decided to chuck his drink over poor Wince.
Nick looks more like Greg Gilbert everytime I see him. And more off his face. Cue Paul trying to eat him. My head squished between two crothes *pictures it again* before Paul pulls him down onto the table and mmmm.... I love life. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2004|05:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Golden Touch - Razorlight (must. stop. playing it.) | ] |
Tomorrow I am off off off as far daaahn saaahf as I am prepared to go with no promise of The Charlatans to lure me there.
So that be Birmingham.
A weekend of sex and Tom Kasabian.
Fantablious! |
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