11/12/07
Don't fade away....don't fade away. -
Categories: Right I am getting FUCKED off with Face Book. It keeps leaving me feeling foolish. Pour example', It says that people voted me best singer like, and best looking and stuff and it turns out that's a default thing. How embarrassing, there was I thinking that I had loads of admirers and its all been a cruel game.
It also says on my wall that I've said that certain people are HOTTEST or BEST PERSONALITY and I didn't even SAY THAT! Makes me look a right tit. I never even said you were hot, or marriage material or NOTHING. Also, I tried to amend my personal details, cause I don't want people stealing my identity and it said the changes were amended and then clear as day they seem to be back again! I'm considering deleting the account and starting over. However, its taken me ages to stalk-book a load of my so called friends so what shall I do? I'm in a real quandry.
I'm in a bit of a weird mood this week in general. I know tiz the season to be popular and I'm gettin' involved, but it all seems such a chore. I also haven't done any christmas shopping and that sux dogs dix. I've got monday off after Catface Cabaret so I intend to go for it then. (Thats right, Catface Cabaret is on on sunday @ the Hen and Chickens for a special CHRISTMAS BONANZA)
I have committed to several knees ups over the SILLY season, and I'm going to go to all of them but now I can't cope with the hangovers like in the good old days. The days where all of the christmas period rolled into one, with just a few flash backs to scenes such as my mates quietly posting my cardigan through my parent's front door after a night out, so as not to alert shouty mum. ( I'd dropped it on the lawn on staggering outta the cab).She luckily had her back to the door but I could see it. Made me laugh, she shouted more. I'd then have about 4 hours sleep and hop off to work all jaunty. Probably I didn't hop but I was bloody better off than I am now. These days if I'm jaunty in the morning its cause I'm still mashed.
The silly season. What a cringeworthy term. GOD. More like, "have a reason to not look so much of an alcoholic" season. More like "Why don't you all just FUCK OFF" season. So, come new year I plan to plan to plan... its always bloody planning. Why can't you just do what you say you will? Oh no my inner monologue is transferring directly onto this blog without me vetting it first. I'm sorry I have to go.
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