10^th January 2002.

It’s 5.11am. The year is being an absolute cunt. Just got back from Orange. N.B: NEVER EVER go clubbing when you’re not feeling tops, or when you’re not going to go get pissed. Unless it's a rave.

Keywords: Waste of time.

Got stood up by some mates who AGREED to come along with me. And THEN got stood up again by peeps I was supposed to meet there. Yeah brilliant nite indeed. In the end I was the only one there staring at my phone waiting for phone calls like some dumbfuck.

It would’ve been better if I was pissed drunk and couldn’t tell the difference. But I just HAD to like stop myself tonight. How can being healthy be so disappointing? Anyhows…Orange without being intoxicated is just as exciting as trying to have fun at a Taoist temple. To top it all off I was ALREADY a sour faced bitch when I got up this morning. Being stood up twice in a single nite does nothing to remedy a sour face.

Why am I ranting like such a bitch? Wish I knew. Wonder how many foul words I’ve used to far.

Fucked up night, fucked up shoes (I swear I’m just gonna get Simon to ship my remaining 12 pairs of shoes), fucked up music, and definitely a fucked up me.

I’ve not woken up feeling shite for ages now. And somehow…. For some strange reason it just had to happen this morning. And no I only get out from one side of the bed.

And to think there’s class for me to consider enrolling for tomorrow. Good god. How will I survive? Maybe I shouldn’t sleep at all and head on down to the pool. Bust myself on a 40 lap swim, swallow a few cans of red bull and then hit the roof. Maybe I’ll stop being the bleeding cow I am tonight.

Also… I realised dancing on the table without being intensely intoxicated is such a ridiculous thing. (Yeah it took me THAT long to realise). N.B: Pro-plus needed on non-alcoholic sessions.

Gave the dude at Klue my site addy. He wanted sample writing and I don’t have any here in solid form. So out of impulse this site and it’s insane contents became subject of evaluation by my possible future employers. Fairplay Kat. Just so like you to land yourself in shite like that. Heck, considering how the year has started out so shite what can one expect from it? Oh and an interview has been set next Friday. Nervous would not even be in the vocab considering the amount of pummelling I got back at Consignia. Hahaha…that’s one job that really really did me good. And I mean A LOT. Heck, I’m almost pompous if that’s the word for it.

Ok I definitely need sleep. It’s 5.30am now and my brain’s going fast. Doubt that anything I wrote tonight would be near interesting. And there is definitely NO expression in literary skills in this one. Heck, how can a few hundred words pieced together by foul language be?

Anyhows, before I make a fool of myself more than I need to….

Need sleep. Need a life. Need a life compass. Need weed? Perhaps.

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