Dec 01, 2003 18:55
Woke this morning surrounded by circus acrobats in Van Halen t shirts. The wound on my head is healing. Crab paste soup for lunch, no teeth anymore. Perhaps another day will bring less crab paste soup. I don't even fucking like it. Could murder a curry.
Met a new friend today. I'm calling him Toby, although he insists his name is Lindsay. "Don't be a twat," I say, stroking his eyes with my thighs. "That's a girls name!" He only knows how to cook crab paste soup, a stroke of luck. Finally getting the "prize" down to a minimum via digestion. I thought it said a year's supply of crap lace, not crab paste! Oh how I long for crap lace.