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Watching dickheads who buy the premiershites ridiculous hype whinge over a few (admittedly shocking) decisions is hilarious. Attacking is part of the game too dickwads.

Just an incredible weekend.

I think I managed to spend my first months money from the job in advance.

All on booze.

Success.

I had a job interview today. The sun was shining. The flowers were in bloom. The river was beautiful.

I was in my suit.

I really need a job this summer but when the weather is like today I think maybe being completely broke wouldn't be so bad. Reading on the beach doesn't cost after all.

I think I could do without most of the...
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Awesome weekend. Massively lazy today. Epic bath. Green tea. Feeling good.

There is very little motivation in me at the moment.

This is partly caused by missing the lady like crazy and partly caused by me having a very chilled out time back at the parents.

This is not earning me any money. On the plus side though I am not actually spending any money.

That's ok no?

I often wonder if listening to the worlds soppiest indie music made me a soppy bastard or whether I listened to the worlds soppiest indie music because I was already a soppy bastard?

Possibly the most important song in my life.

On Sunday the friend of my sisters who has been living in my room back home moves...
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Drink, good company and good food. Being back at home has been great but I think it is time to head back to London and get on with my life.

I make doing nothing an art form.

Going to stay down in Brighton to watch the England game on Wednesday and then head home on Thursday. I haven't had any proper drinking time with him for ages. Well weeks anyway. By proper I mean without any girls around. They obviously spoil any good drinking session.

Should probably print my CV off a few times whilst...
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Sometimes I make a real mess of my life. It's as if everything starts going too well so I start thinking about and worrying about what could go wrong. Then when I think of ways I could fuck everything up I invariably start trying them out. It takes a lot of effort to stop me from self-destructing sometimes.

So anyway my last piece of work...
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When I'm drunk and logged into SG I like to post lyrics in my blog.

Okkervil River if anyone was wondering.

Too much drink the last few days. It has been great but expensive.

I need to get cracking on another essay. Woot.

Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast.
On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost.
Take the crche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings.
And I know that it's home because that's where the stereo sings:
I've got dreams, dreams, to remember.
But not even home can be with you...
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