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I'M BORED
i have plenty of boring grown up things to do like washing up and tidying and all that crap but i dont want to !!!! i wanna play!!!! i have noone to play with and no money either.
considering going to good grief on saturday, those from back in the day say it's the last one so it should be a good one, i should bloody well think so the tickets are £20!!! :O that's just to get in there, money is needed to get there and get wasted. the question is can i afford it? can i afford the time (this will swallow my weekend what with getting ready and being hung over)?
i should really focus my energy on finding a way to turn dirty dishes into £50 notes and invent another day in between sunday and monday.
in other news i'm going paint balling in the not to distant future, i've never been before and i'll definately be the slowest one, therefore the most shot one. my plan is just going to be to play possum. paintball related neurotic thoughts include:
what if there isnt a jump suit thing big enough for me?(same reason i have never dared go go carting even though i really want to)
what if i'm so slow at running that everyone laughs at me?
what if the paint balls hurt so much i cry and am branded a pussy for the rest of my life?
what if there's a PJ and Duncan incident?
what if my trousers fall down when i'm running?
i wasnt going to go for the above reasons but i thought that it might be fun it's only £11 and i'm not letting my stupid brain stop me from having fun. i thought i would be too fat for the rides at alton towers and i wasnt so there stuipd brain, wrong again.
is it my brain that these thoughts come from?
i have plenty of boring grown up things to do like washing up and tidying and all that crap but i dont want to !!!! i wanna play!!!! i have noone to play with and no money either.
considering going to good grief on saturday, those from back in the day say it's the last one so it should be a good one, i should bloody well think so the tickets are £20!!! :O that's just to get in there, money is needed to get there and get wasted. the question is can i afford it? can i afford the time (this will swallow my weekend what with getting ready and being hung over)?
i should really focus my energy on finding a way to turn dirty dishes into £50 notes and invent another day in between sunday and monday.
in other news i'm going paint balling in the not to distant future, i've never been before and i'll definately be the slowest one, therefore the most shot one. my plan is just going to be to play possum. paintball related neurotic thoughts include:
what if there isnt a jump suit thing big enough for me?(same reason i have never dared go go carting even though i really want to)
what if i'm so slow at running that everyone laughs at me?
what if the paint balls hurt so much i cry and am branded a pussy for the rest of my life?
what if there's a PJ and Duncan incident?
what if my trousers fall down when i'm running?
i wasnt going to go for the above reasons but i thought that it might be fun it's only £11 and i'm not letting my stupid brain stop me from having fun. i thought i would be too fat for the rides at alton towers and i wasnt so there stuipd brain, wrong again.
is it my brain that these thoughts come from?