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It's not ok, I don't feel safe
Aug. 3rd, 2004 10:14 amAll my life I've been waiting for you to bring a fairy tale my way...
Aug. 3rd, 2004
Fairy tale with the ogre innit
Aug. 3rd, 2004 01:20 pmHappy birthday to my boyfriend Kevin, who doesn't read this journal but, hey, it's the thought that counts. He has taken the week off work and is hanging out at home with his sisters. In about an hour and a half I'm leaving work to meet them at The Trocadero for a session of Shrek 2. If I had a big fat joint on me, I'd suggest Catwoman. I haven't smoked or ingested pot since last year's trip to Sweden, but lately I've been craving it a lot. A chocolate brownie made with marijuana butter, a pitcher of Pimm's (see!! I can correctly accentuate!), and my Gamecube plugged in. Awww, the sweet temptations of playing Mario Sunshine fucked out of my head. Or watching Big Brother.
Life has been very quiet and sedate lately. Someone stole my flip-flops from the swimming pool on friday. I'm still in the denial stage, hoping the person will hand it to the lost&found personnel. On Saturday I went to that BBQ. On Sunday we walked by the canal all the way to Sainsbury's and spent 80 pounds on groceries. The weather should always be nice on the weekends and shit during the week. When I stare outside my office window and see grey skies and rain, I feel happy. Nobody is allowed to have fun without me.
I'm sweating like a pig made to run around the barn. My shirt is stuck to the chair, my deodorant couldn't stop the sweat from pouring out, my glasses are smudgy, my throat is irritated, and I ate far too much pasta with bolognaise for lunch. I need a hose up my butt and a good dousing. I need a pool by a waterfall, pina coladas, some Hawaiian-style drums playing in the background, and a bank account with at least 50 million pounds in it. I need an agent who can point out my best talents, then sell me to the highest bidder. I need a limo to pick me up in an 1hr 30mins and drop me outside the movie theatre playing Shrek 2. I need co-workers that are also on Livejournal and have a morbid sense of humour.
Life has been very quiet and sedate lately. Someone stole my flip-flops from the swimming pool on friday. I'm still in the denial stage, hoping the person will hand it to the lost&found personnel. On Saturday I went to that BBQ. On Sunday we walked by the canal all the way to Sainsbury's and spent 80 pounds on groceries. The weather should always be nice on the weekends and shit during the week. When I stare outside my office window and see grey skies and rain, I feel happy. Nobody is allowed to have fun without me.
I'm sweating like a pig made to run around the barn. My shirt is stuck to the chair, my deodorant couldn't stop the sweat from pouring out, my glasses are smudgy, my throat is irritated, and I ate far too much pasta with bolognaise for lunch. I need a hose up my butt and a good dousing. I need a pool by a waterfall, pina coladas, some Hawaiian-style drums playing in the background, and a bank account with at least 50 million pounds in it. I need an agent who can point out my best talents, then sell me to the highest bidder. I need a limo to pick me up in an 1hr 30mins and drop me outside the movie theatre playing Shrek 2. I need co-workers that are also on Livejournal and have a morbid sense of humour.