CLUB FOR LOSERS?
Thankyou for another unsuccesful night. The owner didn't pay me because it was so empty so it's all your fault. I feel like re-iterating what I said about office workers. You're all going nowhere. You'll retire and then drop dead from a heart attack while you're playing tennis. I don't like you.
So now I'm not able to pay my credit card bill and it's all your fault as I slide further into debt and then homelessness. It's your fault when you pass me by on the street and you see my decaying legs cos I'm a heroine addict. Yes YOU.
I played my Marilyn Monroe DVD that I found in the toilet at Gerry's the other week. I've never seen it and didn't see it last night due to the position of the dj booth. I then played all my favourite sad songs cos it was so empty; Edith Piaf, Sandie Shaw, Morrissey, Cilla Black, Scott Walker, Gene Pitney etc etc.
Me, Conrad and Kevin Evian went to the 24 hour pool club underneath a certain famous building at 3:30am. I'm sure y'know where I mean. I don't want it getting closed down. Conrad bought us Kronenbourg. An attractive girl sat at our table. She was after cocaine. After half an hour she came back and proceeded to snort it from the table. I told her not to do it. She wasn't quite right. She kept saying how she was a witch and a pagan and all that and I felt scared and lonely. She kept going on and on and I just wanted her to stop. The lighting was bright yellow and everything felt wrong. It was the fourth time in a week I had been sitting in a club drinking past 6am.
I left when McDonald's opened. It was the 3rd time in the week I'd been sitting in McDonalds having a sausage and egg McMuffin. I didn't feel right. I caught the tube and listened to Depeche Mode on my Walkman. Then I started to cry. I woke up in Woodford thinking it was Leytonstone I got out and even went through the turnstyles before I realised it wasn't. And so all the way back.
I'm looking forward to doing the medical trial tomorrow and just sitting there with a thing stuck in my arm while watching telly. In fact, I can't wait.
There's been a child crying uncontrollably throughout me writing this. It's the same way in which I cried when I first saw E.T. I cried for 6 hours and then my Mum offered me a jam sandwich and so I stopped.
So now I'm not able to pay my credit card bill and it's all your fault as I slide further into debt and then homelessness. It's your fault when you pass me by on the street and you see my decaying legs cos I'm a heroine addict. Yes YOU.
I played my Marilyn Monroe DVD that I found in the toilet at Gerry's the other week. I've never seen it and didn't see it last night due to the position of the dj booth. I then played all my favourite sad songs cos it was so empty; Edith Piaf, Sandie Shaw, Morrissey, Cilla Black, Scott Walker, Gene Pitney etc etc.
Me, Conrad and Kevin Evian went to the 24 hour pool club underneath a certain famous building at 3:30am. I'm sure y'know where I mean. I don't want it getting closed down. Conrad bought us Kronenbourg. An attractive girl sat at our table. She was after cocaine. After half an hour she came back and proceeded to snort it from the table. I told her not to do it. She wasn't quite right. She kept saying how she was a witch and a pagan and all that and I felt scared and lonely. She kept going on and on and I just wanted her to stop. The lighting was bright yellow and everything felt wrong. It was the fourth time in a week I had been sitting in a club drinking past 6am.
I left when McDonald's opened. It was the 3rd time in the week I'd been sitting in McDonalds having a sausage and egg McMuffin. I didn't feel right. I caught the tube and listened to Depeche Mode on my Walkman. Then I started to cry. I woke up in Woodford thinking it was Leytonstone I got out and even went through the turnstyles before I realised it wasn't. And so all the way back.
I'm looking forward to doing the medical trial tomorrow and just sitting there with a thing stuck in my arm while watching telly. In fact, I can't wait.
There's been a child crying uncontrollably throughout me writing this. It's the same way in which I cried when I first saw E.T. I cried for 6 hours and then my Mum offered me a jam sandwich and so I stopped.