As expected Cousin Joes arrival heralded 2 days of boozing. It's been really good though. Never made it to Oxford on Friday, fuckin Worst Great Western to blame for that particular debacle. Useless cunts, I sat on a train for about an hour that went nowhere. Eventually a friend of mine agreed to bring Cousin Joe here and we just stayed local. There was a band on in the pub, they were a bit shite in all honesty. But it was a good night, met a couple of Scottish lad's who seemed alright. One of the barmaids in the pub was in with her boyfriend, first time I've seen her in her "civvy" clothing. Fuckin' hell... She was fuckin *amazing*. I liked her already, but seeing her "done up" was fuckin' tremendous.
Struggled out of bed yesterday morning and went for some McDonalds (I know, I know...) back home, back to bed for a wee while. Then headed in to London to meet a friend of mine from Glasgow. Ended up having a really fuckin' good day. Good chat and a laugh. Singing on the tube, talking to people, telling them that everyone should be more friendly on the tube. Thinking that I could start some sort of "movement" where I told everyone that next time they're on the tube, just say hello to the person next to them. Talk about the weather, the news, the football.. Fuckit, anything. Just try and act like human fuckin' beings and interact. Instead of this fuckin' white cables from your ears, head down. No one says nuffink or nuffink innit...
Sack of fuckin' shite....
Spoke with Cousin Joe about my cutting, he didn't get it, but people generally don't "get it" do they? After all, in the cold light of day you have to admit chibbing yourself is a bit fuckin' mental... He was cool though, making jokes about it and stuff. I like that. Everyone should make fun of everyone, at least things would be a bit more interesting. Incidentally, I think I'm going to hell... I made fun of a guy in a wheelchair the other week. My mate thought that was a step too far, even for me. Fuck 'im... I never "hurt" anyone. And even if he did hear me, I reckon I could outrun him(that was offside... one step closer to the big fire methinks). But I tend to make fun of everyone. Tall people, short people, fat people, thin people, blacks, asians, everyone. They're all fair game. I'm not racist, I fuckin hate every cunt.
So yea, apart from having major hangover horn and a wee bit of a sore head, I'm actually doing alright considering 2 days of alcohol intake. I fear the big fall might be in the post though so all cutting implements have been suitably discarded. I've decided that when I want to cut myself I'm going to draw an angry picture. I might even scan them in and post them here, so I can look back on them.
Hopefully though the fallout won't materialise and I can just suffer a hangover like every other cunt.
We'll see...
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