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the flash of blue cloth as she leans slightly forward and moves her arm in to her side, the wrinkles in her top as it creases and exposes the upper edge of her bra, and she smiles at me....
then her boyfriend comes over, sits down and we all chat. And I do some card tricks for them. Why can't she be single? Why can't he be a jerk? At least then i could try and steal her...but alas, he is a really nice guy. Wow, that's a wierd thing to say, 'alas, he is a really nice guy'. I never thought i'd say something so negative...
and that is my main memory of last night. The band were ok, not as good as usual because some of the members were missing, and the atmosphere was just weird anyway. Not a great night.
I drove home alone at about 1.30, had a smoke and watched some tv as i contemplated how the fuck i am ever going to meet a single woman in this godforsaken sausage factory that is north devon. That was one long fucking sentence there, people.

I know, i sound like a miserable bastard, but I'm keeping a slightly demented grin on my face nether-the-less. Thank the above for grass and pro wrestling.

Rules for living well part 2:
Don't be a jerk. Just don't. It's really easy, and makes life easier. Good Karma comes to you - eventually.

Anyway, I'm going to slip into an Elvis suit (las Vegas one piece era), rub warm engine oil and peanuts into any exposed areas, strap my self onto a motorised lawnmower and masturbate while fantasising about my ex-gf going down on her blonde friend while dressed as a pink bunny, on a merry-go-round.
Or maybe I'll just have a j and watch some cartoons....that'll probably be less effort. and not as messy. damn i need a woman, I'm jibbering like a mad man.

okay. Breathe. Focus.

"someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me...'
- Kermit The Frog

Peace and love and stuff (yeah, I'm a hippie. If you don't like it, fuck off. I Guess that makes me a punk-hippie...)