anyway, last night was pretty bad. you don't realise how many hours are in a day till you're awake for every single one of them. at around 7am i left the house and went produce shopping (a fucking pain on a public holliday) and cooked a big, greasy breakfast for both housemate and myself. then, feeling ill due to no sleep, took the path of last resort and doped myself up with some valium. my doctor prescribed to me a very long time ago, but i feel very uncomfortable taking it. after getting an amazing three hours of zonked, druggy-ass snoozing, i awoke and decided to go shopping. i like buying stuff, and i needed real coffee.
my anzac day swag:
both of these will be a lot of fun to watch. christopher walken on wires? dancing postboxes? i'm totally there.
the best bald lawyer ever. one of my favorite tv shows (first season only, the rest sucked ass) and i haven't seen it since it originally screened on tv. over a thousand minutes of awesome.
note the gold zipper. these things are very important.
don't let oprah scare you away. or the fact that matt damon turned one of his great books into a wholy shitty film.
also, the girl who was my girlfriend? i just stopped answered the phone when she called. she got a little stalker-ish and kept phoning into work, but i think she has finally come to realise that when it comes to commitment, i am deranged. i did, however, get my watch battery changed by a totally cute jeweller. i got her phone number.
the cycle continues!
1 comment:
but did you break up with her before you stopped answering her calls?
I hope so.
otherwise, that's a bit mean.
end of lecture.
cute jeweller-girl, hey?
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