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What The Whisky Said

sometimes, er i dunno, i don't really see you at all sort of thing?

sometimes even though you're sat just there, like now (y'know),

like reading a book and you dinnae ken that you're reading

youre just nowhere people are saying stuff and its all really happening

sometimes even though youre sat just there like now (y'know)

sometimes i just see...
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I am shite at keeping journals. Why does it seem that there's never anything to say, but to moan that this day is pretty much the same as the last?

Hang on! Maybe it's because I am depressed and unmotivated, and can't drag my arse out into the real world in order to enjoy new experiences. I'm perhaps involved in a self-destructive cycle of self-denial,...
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A good friend of mine is quitting his job in Royal Mile Whiskies, to go back to Ireland. The opportunity to leap into his old job is almost too good to be true, what with recent developments in mine.

Think of the job satisfaction...

yes, madam. might i recommend the 12 year old Knockandhu? with it's insouciant aroma of the Highland flora, the merest suggestion...
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my job frequently entails people threatening me with chairs.

they throw chairs at me, shout and spit. there was a time when i had sympathy - knowing that people with communication difficulties are bound to have greivances. maybe we could work it out.

now i just reckon these particular folk enjoy trying to scare the living shite out of me.

have you ever heard the...
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One year of abstinence, ended in an ill advised fling with a woman who smelt of parsley.

Summer, how do I hate thee?

The hayfever I only just started getting has combined with a cold to create a head mincing sniffle double whammy. Nutrients are being diverted from important parts of my anatomy just to create more mucus.

Hello, whoever might stumble upon this. It may be humble, but it's my home, and you are welcome.

Don't know what I'm doing exactly - why I'm filling this in - as I don't for a moment imagine anyone is going to read it. It's early am, and my perceptions are feeling peculiar.

Wish I could remember what I typed into the search engine to...
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