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So ok muthafuckers, i'm locked in my house and had plans to leave it. My house keys to get back upstairs, eat, shower, all the important shit, have vanquished any possibility that on my only day this week i am not working, that i can do anything else but be in this room and swear at my dogs that are barking at me because they know i am home but cant come and talk to them.
No sleep last night, maybe 3 hours...but incredibly light sleep. My mum thought its time (about 4 years into owning our oldest dog) that our pets sleep outside. So our oldest was crying all night. And with my room situated under the house and so closer to the crying dog, i feel i was the only one lucky enough to hear all the fucking noise and suffer as a result. So now, through no fault of my own, i have some deep seeded hate for my favourite animal merely because its natural reaction to a stupid fucking idea is causing me to lose sleep i planned on enjoying. And so because of this, one person in particular copped the grunt of my awakedness VIA sms. But insanly enough noises in the night were keeping them up too.
So i guess this MIGHT be a good time to tell people how i have been? what i have been up to?
...fine...i'll use the fucking journal for its main purpose and quit copying other peoples entries and writing obscure emo posts and whatever the fuck else i do with this thing.
I have been working. Kind of enevitable after the voluntary leave from uni FOREVER which i undertook some time ago. Not a bother. As that course was killing me, and i still remember how fucked i was for it, and that assures me it was a great idea.
I am coming to sydney on the 8th? (maybe?) and leaving on the 14th? (maybe?). Unconfirmed but also fairly definate dates them ones. I cant wait to see some people. I dont think i am going to have to try to make this visit the best yet. And i am expecting maybe some soup from luke. Maybe...please.
I miss friends. It feels i dont see them that often, but i am sure i see them enough. It just doesnt feel right. Sooo ummmm...IMPROMPTU DRINKING SOMETHING AT SOMEBODYS PLEASE. INVITE PAT, THE CUNT HASNT HAD TO PUT UP WITH US DRUNK FOR TOO LONG. AND I GUESS HE KINDA FEELS DRUNK WHEN WE ARE ANYWAYS SO WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM? RED BULL THE MUTHAFUCKER AND CHAIN HIM TOO A SEAT.
I'm so...so...so...fucking bored...and pissed right off...i should be on a train about now...fuck...not a thing to do but work for the next 4 days after this...thanks keys...way to be at work.
No sleep last night, maybe 3 hours...but incredibly light sleep. My mum thought its time (about 4 years into owning our oldest dog) that our pets sleep outside. So our oldest was crying all night. And with my room situated under the house and so closer to the crying dog, i feel i was the only one lucky enough to hear all the fucking noise and suffer as a result. So now, through no fault of my own, i have some deep seeded hate for my favourite animal merely because its natural reaction to a stupid fucking idea is causing me to lose sleep i planned on enjoying. And so because of this, one person in particular copped the grunt of my awakedness VIA sms. But insanly enough noises in the night were keeping them up too.
So i guess this MIGHT be a good time to tell people how i have been? what i have been up to?
...fine...i'll use the fucking journal for its main purpose and quit copying other peoples entries and writing obscure emo posts and whatever the fuck else i do with this thing.
I have been working. Kind of enevitable after the voluntary leave from uni FOREVER which i undertook some time ago. Not a bother. As that course was killing me, and i still remember how fucked i was for it, and that assures me it was a great idea.
I am coming to sydney on the 8th? (maybe?) and leaving on the 14th? (maybe?). Unconfirmed but also fairly definate dates them ones. I cant wait to see some people. I dont think i am going to have to try to make this visit the best yet. And i am expecting maybe some soup from luke. Maybe...please.
I miss friends. It feels i dont see them that often, but i am sure i see them enough. It just doesnt feel right. Sooo ummmm...IMPROMPTU DRINKING SOMETHING AT SOMEBODYS PLEASE. INVITE PAT, THE CUNT HASNT HAD TO PUT UP WITH US DRUNK FOR TOO LONG. AND I GUESS HE KINDA FEELS DRUNK WHEN WE ARE ANYWAYS SO WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM? RED BULL THE MUTHAFUCKER AND CHAIN HIM TOO A SEAT.
I'm so...so...so...fucking bored...and pissed right off...i should be on a train about now...fuck...not a thing to do but work for the next 4 days after this...thanks keys...way to be at work.