HA. work is OVER. for one whole week no less, which means....well nothing really. just more procrasturbation and failure to do anything constructive, except complete halo of course. plenty money so that aint an issue. been down to forbidden planet and splashed some cash, smacking great wads of it in the cashiers face so they know i'm financially well endowed. bought V for Vendetta ("the bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings") and both frank millers dark knights. Reckon we should be studying them instead of virgina men are dicks wolfe.
finally got my bank card and found my ID, so hurah.
went to the cathederal and necropolis with C to the L. we're so damn cultured. all the tomb things were full of rubbish and empty buckfast bottles, so it's nice to know the local youth is also keen on learning about their ancestry. then again, maybe its actually the goths that use it as one of their haunts, getting jiggy before rigor mortis fails them and they suffer le petite morte.
Funny thing yesterday, went out with chef jojo to celebrate our release from the bull pen. went to barfly, which was apparently goth night, or at least dress extragantly and provacatively night. i myself looked slightly the part in my black hoody, though it meant being asked by people if they could by pills off me. guess i have that look. anyways there was this really drunk and really foxy lesbain couple coupling away in the corner (and later against the wall) they were really all over each other whilst a third very butch lesbain that i mistook for a dude tried to menage-ay-twah her way in and it should have been an awesome jaw dropping sight, except it wasn't. did nothing for me. in fact i made the effort to be facing the opposite way most the time. guess hermit mode and general discontent with things in general has served to emasculate me. or maybe i was just too tired and had a head ache and it was my time of the month so not tonight honey.
essay due tommorow, and no one will shout at me if i don't hand it in. sometimes i wonder if a domineering girlfriend would in fact be a good thing. this cash cow needs driving baby. and maybe a bit of milking (IN YOUR ENDO)
thought of the day-hardly seems fair that we think people who can express themselves well feel more than we do
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Pfft. Lesbians are only fun to looks at where they're behind a half centimetre of glass and several miles of internet cable. Watching them mac out in person is a bit freaky for my tastes.
ah macing out
"where are your hands?"
bob
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