Sunday 6th April 2008
Twelve fucking months and my body clock still hasn't adjusted.
Fuck America.
You are a cheap tart and you've totally let me down.
So yeh, my body clock...well, i say it's my body clock but there's two empty bottles of vodka and i only remeber buying one, so like maybe that's why i wake up at fucking 2pm. Ugh.
Fucking cat still hasn't come back either. Fuck you too Bernice, you can steal your own fucking cat food.
I just read that back...so totally cool. bitter, me? HA!
Anyway...I washed my face and got up and wandered into town for the traditional sunday geinburger french fires. 'French fries'. I've gone native. I can't remember the last time i even bothered trying to explain that they're called chips to a yank. It was probably Args. She just looked at me funny and asked if i meant pringles , HA! anyway, one dollar nine well spent.
I stood by the wall by the graveyard, munching away. This place is sooooo fucked!
there were two girls just laying into this guy. It was so ugly. I recognised one of them. It was that girl with the scouse accent that goes out with that guy from teh garage, i cannae mind her name now. but she just looked so angry, so feirce...like she was just a wee ball of hatred laying into this dude. The other girl was like, totally fucked. She looked like she could barely stand, nevermind keeping smacking this dude. And i'm thinking 'what the fuck has he done to get them like this?'. Seriosuly, i fucking shudder to think.
But that was nothing, this dude, and i've like, seen him around before...freaky looking guy, rake thin, just really fucking creepy....anyway, i swear to god, he looked like he was getting off on it. He just stood there with this look on his face. They were smacking the shit out of him, right there in front of the police station and he just...
It's not fucking right. Like, what the fuck makes someone like that, y'know? Sjust fucked.
So i split. The last thing you want to see when you're eating your first meal of the day is some guy getting pulped.
I sat in the skatepark. At least it's quiet.
it's snowing in Britain today. I heard it on the radio. Snow in April. World is so fucked.
I don't know what's happening to me. A year ago if i saw someone getting the fucking shit kicked out of them i would've...
Well, i don't know what the fuck i would've done but i wouldn't have fucking ran like that.
I went into the Twister to see if Sugs was around. I just kinda wanted something human, y'know, just a little something, but the girl at the bar said she was away. Everyone is away.
America, land of promised dreams. Yeh, thanks a fucking bunch.