Jun 10, 2003 14:26
Wake up to what sounds like a car crash in slow motion, I should really tune in my alarm clock.
Leave late. Wake up in Portsmouth with a face matching the front cover of Irvine Welsh’s ‘Porno’, a thin river of drool dangling from lip, why’d you think that? You’re so gross.
When I get home, I vehemently react to someone not hearing what I answered first time by burning a hole through their head with a fixed stare. I'm really rude, I'd be fired from my post at nazi germany's concentration camps for insensitivity.
Oh well, here's todays happenings.
As I walked into the shop today this lady accused me of following her, “BBBLUURRKRAAA.” she protested. I didn’t know what the fuck she was on about, so I raised my eyebrow in an attempt to indicate that I didn’t know what the fuck she was on about. Anyway, what she actually was on about was there was a shooting at the visiting fair, although she is about as unreliable as a unreliable source can get.