ComradeBadger
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The last 24 hours in a live-journal-sorta-kinda-not-style
[6:00PM] Start getting ready for a nice friday night on the lash, before my first day of a new job
Mood: :cheese:
[6:30PM] Sign off IRC, MSN, computer goes off, clothes are dry, it's time to go.
Mood: \o/
[7:00PM] Arrive at mate's concert. First band is good, very good. All mates there, good times.
Mood: Good stuff.
[7:13PM] Second band arrive. They suck bad. Most mates leave, I stay becuase I promised a friend I'd watch him play. Other are down pub
Mood: Need a drink
[8:00PM] Third band come on, they are good, nice guitarist, bit too metally for my tastes, but nevermind. Passing random blokes gives me some beer. Good stuff.
Mood: \m/
[9:00PM] Last Band + mate come on, they tear it up.. which is great. They play a good set, and myself and friend head pubwards.
Mood: My favourite word is P U B, P U B for pub!
[9:43PM] Arrive at pub. Mobbed by drunk mates. (one of whoom recently had a birthday). Get approx 3 free drinks. Knock one of them over on myself, becuase some random bloke hugged me, and I recoiled, and knocked it into my lap.
Mood: Pillock
[9:50PM] Decide that the beer saturating my pockets isn't a great thing, and give a very special person my mp3 player, phone, wallet & keys. She puts them in her handbag.
Mood: Secure
[10:01PM] Purchase drink for myself, very special person, and two other mates. Chat with a mate about old times and London.
Mood: Just like old times
[10:15PM] Mate breaks up with ugly gf, and I clap. She has a go at me and bites his face after he takes my advice and tells her to **** off.
Mood: :E
[10:30PM] Knock second pint over, smashing on the floor, showering me with glass, which lodges in my jeans. Buy replacement pint, and drink for self.
Mood: Spikey
[drunk o'clockPM] Accompnie rather drunk female mate to the station, and wait with some other mates + very special person for rather drunk female mate's mum to pick her. I grab lift home with drunk female mate's mum. Hug mates goodbye, hug and kiss very special person goodbye.
Mood: Pissed, wet, but happy
[circa 11:40PM.. possibly] Arrive at home, realise the lack of keys means I can't get in. Fall asleep on wall outside, in the rain.
Mood: Wet ;(
[6:50AM] Woken up by kindly parents saying I'm a ****ing idiot and it's time to get inside. Have brand new cold. Bit dry, since I rolled under a bush during the night. Am told some gibberish about a first day of work.
Mood: Stunned
[7:45AM] Forcibly expelled from house, and workwards. Head hurts. Realise I lack keys, wallet, mp3 player and phone.
[8:00AM] Arrive at work, looking like a tramp. Do some 'work' for a bit, clean the shop up a bit. Remember who I gave my gear to, and run to phonebox with some borrowed money, and phone very special person. No answer.
Mood: Panic
[12:00PM] Having worked with my hangover, I now visit my gran's for some food, and I borrow her phone and phone very special person. Wake very special person, and convince her to come to Faversham and deliver my gear. She says she'll be along much later in the afternoon.
[3:00PM] Given up on very special person coming to see me, and go on break, sitting on a bench outside. Legs hurt, feet hurt.
[3:10PM] Very special person and her mum ambush me on my bench, and give me my stuff back. I let her keep the mp3 player for a few days. Her mum's fit. I feel great.. I'm gonna make it!
Mood: :naughty:
[5:30PM] Clock off after a hard days work, legs cane, feet cane. But I have my stuff, and I can get into my house again (parents are at work). I get paid. The end.
Mood: \o/
Well, there you have it. I thought I'd lost my stuff ;(
Oki.. hope this wasn't too self-indulgent.
:E
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[6:00PM] Start getting ready for a nice friday night on the lash, before my first day of a new job
Mood: :cheese:
[6:30PM] Sign off IRC, MSN, computer goes off, clothes are dry, it's time to go.
Mood: \o/
[7:00PM] Arrive at mate's concert. First band is good, very good. All mates there, good times.
Mood: Good stuff.
[7:13PM] Second band arrive. They suck bad. Most mates leave, I stay becuase I promised a friend I'd watch him play. Other are down pub
Mood: Need a drink
[8:00PM] Third band come on, they are good, nice guitarist, bit too metally for my tastes, but nevermind. Passing random blokes gives me some beer. Good stuff.
Mood: \m/
[9:00PM] Last Band + mate come on, they tear it up.. which is great. They play a good set, and myself and friend head pubwards.
Mood: My favourite word is P U B, P U B for pub!
[9:43PM] Arrive at pub. Mobbed by drunk mates. (one of whoom recently had a birthday). Get approx 3 free drinks. Knock one of them over on myself, becuase some random bloke hugged me, and I recoiled, and knocked it into my lap.
Mood: Pillock
[9:50PM] Decide that the beer saturating my pockets isn't a great thing, and give a very special person my mp3 player, phone, wallet & keys. She puts them in her handbag.
Mood: Secure
[10:01PM] Purchase drink for myself, very special person, and two other mates. Chat with a mate about old times and London.
Mood: Just like old times
[10:15PM] Mate breaks up with ugly gf, and I clap. She has a go at me and bites his face after he takes my advice and tells her to **** off.
Mood: :E
[10:30PM] Knock second pint over, smashing on the floor, showering me with glass, which lodges in my jeans. Buy replacement pint, and drink for self.
Mood: Spikey
[drunk o'clockPM] Accompnie rather drunk female mate to the station, and wait with some other mates + very special person for rather drunk female mate's mum to pick her. I grab lift home with drunk female mate's mum. Hug mates goodbye, hug and kiss very special person goodbye.
Mood: Pissed, wet, but happy
[circa 11:40PM.. possibly] Arrive at home, realise the lack of keys means I can't get in. Fall asleep on wall outside, in the rain.
Mood: Wet ;(
[6:50AM] Woken up by kindly parents saying I'm a ****ing idiot and it's time to get inside. Have brand new cold. Bit dry, since I rolled under a bush during the night. Am told some gibberish about a first day of work.
Mood: Stunned
[7:45AM] Forcibly expelled from house, and workwards. Head hurts. Realise I lack keys, wallet, mp3 player and phone.
[8:00AM] Arrive at work, looking like a tramp. Do some 'work' for a bit, clean the shop up a bit. Remember who I gave my gear to, and run to phonebox with some borrowed money, and phone very special person. No answer.
Mood: Panic
[12:00PM] Having worked with my hangover, I now visit my gran's for some food, and I borrow her phone and phone very special person. Wake very special person, and convince her to come to Faversham and deliver my gear. She says she'll be along much later in the afternoon.
[3:00PM] Given up on very special person coming to see me, and go on break, sitting on a bench outside. Legs hurt, feet hurt.
[3:10PM] Very special person and her mum ambush me on my bench, and give me my stuff back. I let her keep the mp3 player for a few days. Her mum's fit. I feel great.. I'm gonna make it!
Mood: :naughty:
[5:30PM] Clock off after a hard days work, legs cane, feet cane. But I have my stuff, and I can get into my house again (parents are at work). I get paid. The end.
Mood: \o/
Well, there you have it. I thought I'd lost my stuff ;(
Oki.. hope this wasn't too self-indulgent.
:E
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