Like a madman laughing at the rain
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janestarzRight Igor? *Giggle*
Made painful money today. Every 20 euro’s is bliss, even if it means scrubbing barbecue’s with a steel spunge all morning. That, I did this morning, unil twelvethirtyish. Then Erik drove me by the bank and then home. Where TC had just arrived. We walked to Patricks place (soon to be * our * place), signed the contract and walked back to soon-no-longer-mine-room.
Kristel stopped by and we sat outside on the terrace drinking juice and eating peanuts, occasionally whistling at cute boys (ow yes devious indeed) or throwing peanuts at them/not-so-cute boys/not-cute boys/just-plain-old-ugly-boys/cars.
*Grin* No, really, we didn’t throw that much peanuts. I did throw one at TommyCee’s car, and I got my ass whooped for that. *Ouch* It was well worth the look on her face though. *Grin*
We talked men and boys. And paint. And Gassy. And Mr Guitargod. He’s single by the by. Ow yes, devious indeed.
Wednesday another night o’ pool with Kristel in the So What, but he probably won’t be there. He’s kind of broke (like me! like me!). Which is kind of too bad because wouldn’t mind seeing him again at all.
Played guitar, went okay. I kind of get a bit ‘this is hopeless’ when I listen to some cd’s I borrowed from Emile. There are, like, solo’s on them? And I can’t play solo’s! I can’t even play as fast as metalguitarists do. I just play Soul Asylum’s Runaway Train, and er…Pink Floyd’s Is There Anybody Out There.
The Toilet’s broken. It leaks flushingwater down the back. So when I hung out the little bit of carpet we have in there to dry Marjolein practically lynched me because I touched her stuff. Well, anyhoo, excuse me for living here! How about not living or existing? Would that satisfy you? Anything for you, you know. Because I really love you!
Me oh my oh rocking Ohio… I am so in the mood to give her some of my “how to kill a human being – lessons for those who can’t even properly kill themselves”.
Listening to Nepenthe again. Oooooh they’re so good!
Made painful money today. Every 20 euro’s is bliss, even if it means scrubbing barbecue’s with a steel spunge all morning. That, I did this morning, unil twelvethirtyish. Then Erik drove me by the bank and then home. Where TC had just arrived. We walked to Patricks place (soon to be * our * place), signed the contract and walked back to soon-no-longer-mine-room.
Kristel stopped by and we sat outside on the terrace drinking juice and eating peanuts, occasionally whistling at cute boys (ow yes devious indeed) or throwing peanuts at them/not-so-cute boys/not-cute boys/just-plain-old-ugly-boys/cars.
*Grin* No, really, we didn’t throw that much peanuts. I did throw one at TommyCee’s car, and I got my ass whooped for that. *Ouch* It was well worth the look on her face though. *Grin*
We talked men and boys. And paint. And Gassy. And Mr Guitargod. He’s single by the by. Ow yes, devious indeed.
Wednesday another night o’ pool with Kristel in the So What, but he probably won’t be there. He’s kind of broke (like me! like me!). Which is kind of too bad because wouldn’t mind seeing him again at all.
Played guitar, went okay. I kind of get a bit ‘this is hopeless’ when I listen to some cd’s I borrowed from Emile. There are, like, solo’s on them? And I can’t play solo’s! I can’t even play as fast as metalguitarists do. I just play Soul Asylum’s Runaway Train, and er…Pink Floyd’s Is There Anybody Out There.
The Toilet’s broken. It leaks flushingwater down the back. So when I hung out the little bit of carpet we have in there to dry Marjolein practically lynched me because I touched her stuff. Well, anyhoo, excuse me for living here! How about not living or existing? Would that satisfy you? Anything for you, you know. Because I really love you!
Me oh my oh rocking Ohio… I am so in the mood to give her some of my “how to kill a human being – lessons for those who can’t even properly kill themselves”.
Listening to Nepenthe again. Oooooh they’re so good!
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Date: 2002-07-09 03:56 am (UTC)or just give me their hot singer....
WHAT???
Tc
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Date: 2002-07-09 04:40 am (UTC)"When come bring Mr. Guitargod"
That oughta work like a charm. Teehee!
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Date: 2002-07-09 04:42 am (UTC):)
I want to see him... soonoooonooooon
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Date: 2002-07-09 05:23 am (UTC)but well to ask him to bring them along I should actually speak with *him*.
:)
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Men.
Should.
CALL!
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what?
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Date: 2002-07-09 06:56 am (UTC)what?
OOMF!
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Date: 2002-07-09 07:01 am (UTC)Whatever.
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Date: 2002-07-09 07:07 am (UTC)CALL.
Not sms. CALL.
But with you, everything is different. Complicated. Different.
Did I mention different?
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Date: 2002-07-09 07:16 am (UTC)