acidicman

Time? Another bad taste in the brain.

Time to stop fucking up, fly straight and get a pair of Khakis.

What a fucked up week and it's still not over. I had some sort of Tension headache from Sunday till about yesterday, it's still not gone. My entire neck went majorly stiff and I had a permanent headache. Work is far to busy to even describe.

Still, I seemed to have spread myself around a few peoples journals last friday night. I'll probablly end up...
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What exactly do you do for an encore?

Wow. I've just been listening to Tubeway Army. Impossible to believe it's 25 years old. Well some of it anyway. Sometime's it wanders into the startlingly obvious 80's synth rock.

Anyway, I decided to go onto myspace. I can't rememer the location yet. I've already have 2 people requesting to be my friends. They are the friendship hoarders who parade their lists like whores parading...
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I'm still not quite sure what I'm here for. I try and work it out all the time. I try lots of things. But I never actually do these things. It's as if I know what they are, but I'm never actually able to do them, I just try and do them like when someone tries on clothes. I can't really explain what I mean...
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Generic cop compliment Brian.

If anyone enjoys their hardcore music, I've just experienced the best thing ever. I laughed for about 5minutes. Download Google Earth. Download Stu Allans track involving the superman theme. Spin The world round with the song playing.

"Postman Pat, Postman Pat. Postman pat and his black and white cat. Early in the morning, just as day is dawning, he picks up all the postbags in his van. All the birds are singing, the day is just begining, Pat feels he's a really happy man. Everybody knows his bright red van. All his friends will smile as he waves to greet them. Maybe,...
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Holy shit I've drunk 10 pints of water since I got back. My belly is as swollen as a man pregnant with a 5 litre baby. I'm still not done. I reckon I can reach 15, maybe 20 pints of water.

This is a message for eveyone I didn't send a message to. "I'm a sad pathetic small town boy. I met a big city girl. She knew where she was going and had her head screwed on. Luckilly she turned out to prefer the company of ladies with cheap perfume. We talked and planned the downfall of civilisation."

I've just decided, I'm not going to cancel my subscription to this empornium of Forsightness.

For me, being a kid was:
Wake up at 7am. Pester your parents to wake up.
Eating Rice Krispies (not Coco Pops) for breakfast. Calling on your friend at 10am and pissing off his dad who worked late. Going down the field and digging holes; making a den in the sand; looking for treasure till about 1 am. Having your friends eat lunch at your...
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