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| scar tissue that I wish you saw |
[25 Apr 2005|06:32pm] |
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Big Life Dilemma. Prom = dress. Finch + dress = -scream-. Finch + nice pretty trouser suit = fine. Nice pretty trouser suit + prom = lesbian.
-.-
Nothing much to report on the everyday life front. Just been hanging around being a sad internet cow, reading snarry porn and nurturing a growing milky coffee dependence.
Life is good.
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| we get these pills to swallow |
[21 Apr 2005|10:04pm] |
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I don't think I've ever been so exhausted, in every possible sense, in all my life. Fucking.. guh. Pressure. Stress.
Just a few more weeks.
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| If I had my way I'd have all of you shot. |
[10 Apr 2005|09:53pm] |
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Bastard arsehole Perkin used teh pony on a hack without asking me today. He fucking /knows/ that he's not allowed to use her. Of course, I turned up at the yard as usual, so I ended up sitting there for four hours waiting for the ride to come back, with intermittent tears at the thought of some random arsehole kicking the shit out of my horse. When he got back, I was presented with a dirty, sweaty, tired and hungry pony with girth galls where the fucker had put a saddle on her without grooming the mud off her first, and left with a shitty stable and dirty tack. All of which I had to take care of, without even being able to ride my own fucking horse after.
Four hours waiting for teh pony meant four hours less on coursework; hence, not done.
Bitchface returned from Stoke.
School tomorrow.
Not a good day.
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| when I am king you will be first against the wall. |
[09 Apr 2005|02:00pm] |
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I've got £5 each way on Amberleigh House and Forest Gunner. :/
Just spent an hour in the bath with lots of bubbles and a good tune. Feelin' good.
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| earthbound misfit |
[06 Apr 2005|01:11pm] |
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days until green day: lots. :(
days until school: far too few. :(
days until
fuck that. I'll start listing all kinds of shit.
um. not done much, really. bored. someone have a par-tay or something. I need a drink.
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| I can't believe we were gonna shoot him. |
[04 Apr 2005|06:10pm] |
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Fun idea for the day: Buy a butternut squash. Find a black marker pen. Add pubes to the bulbous end. Add some... anatomical detail to the -ahem- head end. Place on the kitchen table. Stand back, admire, and piss yourself laughing.
Then cook for dinner.
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| just when you think things are sorting out |
[23 Mar 2005|11:13pm] |
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I can't sleep tonight
Everybody's saying everything is alright
Still I can't close my eyes
Seeing no tunnel at the end of all these lights.
Fuck's sake. I don't need any more of this kind of shit. Thank fucking god or whatever deity up there that's shitting on me that it's the last day of school tomorrow. Don't think I'd cope with that too.
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| tomato spawn |
[21 Mar 2005|03:08pm] |
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muahaha. the truth, ladies and gentleman, one gentleman in particular.
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| keep refrigerated and consume within 4 days |
[19 Mar 2005|06:55pm] |
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She’s taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smile
And the look in their eyes
Everyone’s got a theory about the bitter one
They’re saying mamma never loved her much
And daddy never keeps in touch
That’s why she shies away from human affection.
wow. how fawking hot was it today? hurrah for global warming. it was hot enough for pony to have a bath, even. then she gave me a bath. rampant hoses, sloshed buckets and thrown sponges ensued. ahh, good times.
new record: me and pony jumped 3'9". one more bracket to 4', aww yeah.
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| you're looking a little fragile today. |
[13 Mar 2005|09:19pm] |
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yesterday was a fucking ace day. had a nice caffeine-fuelled scamper around Birmingham with Alistair, drooled over the emo kids in The Oasis, bought a snake on a stick and then got a little bit wasted. wahey.
fucking emo kids and their sexy floppy black hair. gyah. pisses me off... why do they always have such fat ugly girlfriends? 's wrong. just wrong.
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| I have no mother |
[07 Mar 2005|09:42pm] |
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SHUT UP YOU FUCKING WHORE.
dry-eyed and burning, she went to bed early. and did not sleep a wink.
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| look, mommy, the toads are fucking |
[06 Mar 2005|08:28pm] |
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to whichever fucker hacked my hotmail account... you fucking asshole. to whichever asshole gave me the worst fucking cold of my life... you fucker.
I think my immune system is still shot to pieces after the mumps a few weeks ago. feels like I've been hit by a steamroller.
new email: theoneandonlyfinchmeister@hotmail.com.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Haply I think on thee, --and then my state
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at Heaven's gate.
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Entry: Chav
Chav - Sub species of human
Commonly thought to be of inferior intellect, the Chavette surprises us with its cunning plan to avoid taking up a professional career and provide itself with free accommodation supplied by tax payers by spawning multi coloured mini chavs at a early stage in life, usually mid teens.
Clearly recognisable by their distinctive tribal Burberry they congregate in town centres and on street corners, Chavs have a reputation of being creative with public property and motor vehicles, building themselves Chaviots out of mechcano sets and strip lighting, and providing us with humorous banter written on toilet walls like ‘Shit’ and ‘Tasha woz ere’ in an attempt to relieve our boredom while urinating.
Their language is a basic form of English thus avoiding any words they cannot spell or pronounce, even to the extent of creating new words only they know the meaning of.
Hunting in large groups Chavs will single out the weakest, smallest prey and attack it without mercy avoiding any personal injury and ensuring victory.
Chavs unfortunately don't yet fall into the category of rodent and in effect cannot be bludgeoned to death under the guise of pest control. Darn!-
I think I speak for everyone when I say thank you Chavs for the great contribution you’ve made to this country, you’ve made it what it what it is today – a shit hole.
also see: Burden on society.
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| climb up on my big-assed steed... then we're gonna ride, gonna smoke some weeeeed |
[05 Mar 2005|07:17pm] |
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had the most fucking awesome day today with the hunt. pony was incredibly well behaved and jumped everything I asked her to, including a big set of rails and a fuckoff huge irrigation ditch which she didn't even bat an eyelid at, bloody amazing seeing as we've never tried a ditch before. one of the whippers-in gave me a sort of amused smirk when I had to shout 'go on Beauty' all the way up to the rails... :3 but she cleared it with room to spare, bless her. my special seksi pony. highlight of the day was smirking at Terri (a.k.a small spoilt blonde bitch) as we cleared a jump that her fat ugly donkey refused first try. hah.
think I've still got mud in my eyebrows. -wrinkles nose- but it's so fucking fun, razzing around the countryside in silly clothes feeling all important and country-bumpkin-ish. and jumping... adrenalin high, aww yeah.
fucking Tony Blair. what an asshole.
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| I'll order it from Zanzibar. |
[03 Mar 2005|08:06pm] |
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You take the high road,
I'll take the low.
There, the crevasse,
Fill it with your mighty juice.
skipping thing was more fun than I imagined. pretty good laugh, really. but still not worth a bloody quid.
haven't had jam on toast for fucking years...
-returns with toast-
seedless raspberry. aww yeah, rock on. why does jam remind me of being young? same with fishfingers... makes me feel about six years old when I smell fishfingers. maybe I was forcefed them as a baby. it'd explain my intolerance of any vaguely fishy food. would also explain a lot about my mother, as I've always thought there was more to her than her surface psychoses. it's all too easy to imagine her cramming babies' mouths with fish and jam, cackling insanely and then having an OCD freakout at the mess.
-yawns-
if I had brains I'd be dangerous.
You are Yaoi!
What type of gay anime porn are you?
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| your nazi death camp for homosexuals is too nice |
[02 Mar 2005|06:59pm] |
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this fucking fundraising thing is stupid. ooo, Richie Woodall's coming... that'll make 'em donate. like we don't see him at least once a week in the chinky getting his egg foo yung and chips. everyone's met him. my uncle used to train with him, he got me a bloody signed poster off'f him. this was when I was about six, mind you. I am no longer overawed by his semi-demi-quasi-celebrity status. what really pisses me off, though, is that we're expected to 'take this as an opportunity to repay the school for all it's done for us' - what exactly has it done for us, hm? we've already paid for any extra stuff, and I'm sure as hell not giving them money so they can build another Outdoor Dining Area. (hah)
I'd love to see Talbot skip (or Jardine or whatever the hell her name is now). when she walks her arse looks like two pigs fighting in a sack. and she has the cheek to call herself a p.e teacher...
Newell said that the death camp in my original writing was 'too nice'. and that she wasn't sure that Adon was dead at the end of it. apparently, describing in explicit gory detail the gaping bullet wound in the back of his head, his blasted out eyeball, his frosty blue-tinged corpse and the bloodstained snow wasn't enough to show that he was dead. o.0 I just can't win, can I?
my mom's just about to go out on a date with the next door neighbour.
lmfao
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| the lunatic is on the grass |
[28 Feb 2005|10:26pm] |
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finally got around to getting one of these things. pain in the arse considering how many names are taken. looks shit atm.. fuck it. I need a shower and I'm tired. sod Newell and her fucking bastard coursework. I need sleep.
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