Staring at a bunch of council homes

Outside my bedroom window

On Sunday night, Kevin asked me to go downstairs and stand beneath the street light. He had a project for his class where he needed to take two photos of the same subject but in different exposures. The subject's meaning was supposed to change. In this one, he clearly fails to make the viewer believe an alien spaceship is kidnapping me. Maybe I need a mullet.

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I was to meet my brother at a marketplace. I walked through the city's streets, trying to find it, when I came across a pub with outdoor tables. I saw arkady sitting with a group of men. I immediatly knew who she was, and she also recognized me when I approached. I joined them and sat beside a man called Flavius. The other people were also Livejournal users though I can't remember their names now. We began to drink beer and talk until I remembered that I had to meet my brother. I left them and promised to return as soon as possible.

At the marketplace, I looked at the paintings for sale while I waited. One of them had been done by my brother: it was a faint picture of a white boat run aground. It had been sold for 34.95 pounds.

Wandering again, I came across another pub, with more Livejournal friends. I suggested they follow me to the other pub so we could all sit together around a large table. The walk faded as my eyes opened.

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I am planning to write a horror novel in November. I seriously can't stop listening to Depeche Mode. I haven't baked burek in months. I want to go out dancing and get drunk on Blue Liquour. My job is a gross pain in the buttocks.

Oh, Ewan McGregor was at my work last night! He was ushered in through the loading bay and escorted to some private room where they held a book launch. I believe he is releasing a biography. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't he still in his 30s? I think God has a sick sense of humour and when I die I hope to find Ewan's cock up my ass for eternity.