Eat when you’re not really hungry
Oct. 5th, 2002 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzJust came home from filming. Damnit damnit damnit. If they ever…
Some people can just get me back into blackness. Grr indeed.
“The sheep and their soulmate decided to not spend money on dry transportation. The sounds of the wet forest dripping on leaves made up for a lot. Water gushed downhill. In my dreams, their blood mingled with the rain.”
We went filming at the Africamuseum for one last time. We got real wet and I got very pissed off. Sheep interpreted my anger wrongly. Very unjust. See, you know not of who I am. Think it you do, but know it not. Man, I can be Yoda.
So after that I stumbled into the Jug to see if it was possible to reserve a table for the mini-meet. Chris (I still don’t know if that’s the correct spelling) bought me a tea and said that ‘they’ could play cards at another table for a Saturday. It was no problem.
I always fall as a log for a guy as sweet at that. What a difference with the Serenading Semi’s. One of them came up to me last night as I sat at the bar and wished me a happy animals day. (octobre 4th is the day on which we celebrate having pets). I mean, what the fucking fuck? Geez. Like I said: some people can just get me back into blackness.
So I’m not really hungry yet so I’ll eat late. Tommy’s out. I’m pretty cold. Hm. I’m still not entirely fit yet. I’m very tired but I wake up at eight. I want to be back in bed by eleven (am). Hm.
Some people can just get me back into blackness. Grr indeed.
“The sheep and their soulmate decided to not spend money on dry transportation. The sounds of the wet forest dripping on leaves made up for a lot. Water gushed downhill. In my dreams, their blood mingled with the rain.”
We went filming at the Africamuseum for one last time. We got real wet and I got very pissed off. Sheep interpreted my anger wrongly. Very unjust. See, you know not of who I am. Think it you do, but know it not. Man, I can be Yoda.
So after that I stumbled into the Jug to see if it was possible to reserve a table for the mini-meet. Chris (I still don’t know if that’s the correct spelling) bought me a tea and said that ‘they’ could play cards at another table for a Saturday. It was no problem.
I always fall as a log for a guy as sweet at that. What a difference with the Serenading Semi’s. One of them came up to me last night as I sat at the bar and wished me a happy animals day. (octobre 4th is the day on which we celebrate having pets). I mean, what the fucking fuck? Geez. Like I said: some people can just get me back into blackness.
So I’m not really hungry yet so I’ll eat late. Tommy’s out. I’m pretty cold. Hm. I’m still not entirely fit yet. I’m very tired but I wake up at eight. I want to be back in bed by eleven (am). Hm.
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Date: 2002-10-08 01:31 am (UTC)For once, the Sheep herself is the rolemodel instead of blindly following one.
Re: Semi??
Date: 2002-11-08 12:13 am (UTC)And well, actually, I'm pretty proud of what I am...
Call it whatever you want lad...I don't care...
Isn't this whole diary some pathetic thing?! 'Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!'
Dream on, waste life!
Maybe we should call it, "The Piggery", suits better than a diary to my opinion!
//:=)
Re: Semi??
Date: 2002-11-08 02:36 am (UTC)It is, after all, still my diary.
I wonder...why read my diary when you don't really seem to care about me?
On another note, if you adore Satan so much I don't really want to know what you're thinking anyway. I value life too much to keep bothering about people like you or comments like this.