Last night was, erm, well, interesting. I went to a rock club with some friends. One of them is quite cute. We held hands, I was going to stay at hers (on the floor, don’t panic) but did not. Anyhoo, I decided to ask her if she wanted to see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on Thursday (I’m going to miss Buffy for it). She said yes. She wants to see the film with me.
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She’s going home on Thursday morning. She won’t be in Middlesbrough.
WTF? God, what did I ever do to piss you off this much? Is it because I turned my back on you?
She did say, however, that if I get it on video or DVD she will come round to mine and watch it.
Apart from that, life is OK at the moment.
Apparently I am a bad poet. Hopefully I am a better writer. I’m in the middle of writing a story which i hope will turn out OK. Being inspired by Gormanghast, it is my first attempt at something Gothic.
And I’m going to get a new jacket today. I’ve tried to resist, but I can’t any more. It is black wool, long with a stunning red lining. The cost? £35.
I can’t resist. It will look good with my wine shirt.
Alien night tonight on C4. Can’t wait for that either.
Need something random here.
“Bunnies eat raddish so they can have babies. You’re welcome!”
Will
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