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Fuh [23 Apr 2007|10:30am]
[ mood | groggy ]

I got the flat, moved in and have spent the weekend setting crap up.

I feel quite tired. Need coffee. Regarding the 'ideal community' situation, I met one of the residents and would have to disagree with 'ideal'. But fuck it, it's cheap and pretty well decorated. All I have to do now is buy furniture. I figure I can afford to buy one big piece of furniture a week, and in a month or two I'll be all fixed up.

Aside from all that crap, there's not much else going on. That or my brain is just not working at this horrible time in the morning.

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Fwaaa [14 Apr 2007|03:33pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

So, at work and unwashed again. Couldn't get home last night (without spending a twenty on a taxi, fuck that) so stayed over. Tired and very apathetic today. Blah.

Called up a flat before- sounds very nice and peaceful, a feller trying to put together a quiet community- there's only one left, though, so I fully expect to not get it. Apparently I would have to meet the other residents, see if we all get on and whatnot. I tend to get on with just about anybody if I put effort into it, I'm quite good at first impressions. Unless girls are involved, typically. Seeing it tomorrow, anyway, so.. fingers crossed.

Because it's fucking CHEAP.

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GULUAGHLAGHALGHLAHG [12 Apr 2007|10:23am]
[ mood | dirty ]

Well, having a shit day today so far, nowhere near enough sleep and far, far too many things to do at work. I didn't shower because I overslept for work and had to move like the wind to get here on time. I. Feel. Shitty. Manky and sweaty and filthy (not in the good way) and generally horrible and I cannot wait to go home and sleep. Except sleep will still be aways off for me, even after I get home.

The bank holiday weekend for Easter was full of ups and downs, busy/crap days at work but a couple of enjoyable nights out. Haven't done a single constructive thing outside of work, regarding my personal life. Shitcanned the flat hunting thing for the weekend while the entire country goes tits-fucking-up for four days (but it's really six days, because the Thursday and Tuesday are bollocksed up the ass while businesses prepare/recover because of the fucking holiday) to celebrate the fact that the Jews nailed another Jewish guy to a cross for being Jewish and God-like until he died, while we gorge our stupid fat faces on massive chocolate eggs. Why eggs, I don't know, and I really cannot be bothered to wikipedia it, but if someone could enlighten me as to why the fuck we eat eggs, that would be super. RSVP, youse guyz.

Things are otherwise a bit pants, anyway. Or, for you Americans (and other nationalities), a bit crap. They will continue to be crap until I find a new flat- I'm generally feeling cruddy at the moment.

Hopefully I can make an "I AM GOD" update later when I heroically triumph over the forces of entropy- it's definitely one of those fucking days.

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Incoherency! [24 Feb 2007|04:52pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

God, getting into this regular LJing again is tough. Am tired, working lots.

Slight problem with getting back online- well, still waiting for Pipex to send me my god damn modem, but apart from that I'm also getting evicted, a little bit. Suffice it to say, there's absolutely no legal basis, it's just my landlady playing sick games. Long story short, I'm going to play her stupid games, skullfuck her and find a new place to live in the city, preferably for cheap. I just don't have a lot of time to do it, and some fairly major changes are going to have to take place in my life that I'm not sure I'm ready for, but they are going to have to happen.

Flat searching is doing my fucking head in and making my brainz ache. At least work is still good, and stuff. I rock at my job this hard: BANG

Anyway. Better go do some actual legitimate work stuff. Blah.

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[09 Feb 2007|05:46am]
[ mood | tired ]


As well as being excellent general advice for nearly all situations life may present to you, it's also the most likely reaction to seeing a post in this journal for the first time in about eight months. You may well be thinking such thoughts as "that fucker, where has he been", or perhaps "holy fucking shitnuggets, what the fuck", maybe "about damn time" or even "who the hell is this again"- assuming I haven't been removed from any friends lists (you're all probably too lazy to clean them out more than once a year though, muahaha). So, this is an update on my current situation (improving).


I am, at the moment, using the laptop from the office at work. Work, for me, is being currently employed by Fab Cafe Liverpool as an assistant manager. I love my job, I love the people I work with, work generally rocks like a mofo. Oh, and I get free booze. Winz0r. For those of you who have clicked the link, I believe the site is slightly pants and not quite fully operational, but in case you don't get the right impression, it's a bar, and it's very cool.

Aside from that, life is kinda the suck, but due to improve shortly, at least in part due to getting teh intranetz0rwebzz back at home. Which probably won't be my home for much longer, but that's complicated. Anyway, without getting into dreary shit (too early/late for that), things should be on the up and up.

I really don't have much more to say right now other than I will be back online in the next two weeks (no, really (seriously this time)) and that I will be posting from work every now and again. There is much to be done, and all the time in the world to do it.

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Gayness [20 Jul 2006|12:36am]
[ mood | of the highest degree ]

My plans were completely scuppered due to CHICKEN POX. I can't believe it. A week off work, a hundred quid down and it's gonna be about two weeks from now before I get back online.

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werd up niggaz [05 Jul 2006|06:57pm]
[ mood | hot ]

For those of you in the know, I should be back online in about two weeks.

For those of you who have no idea what's going on, I should be back online in about two weeks.

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[30 Mar 2006|06:09pm]
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Before I continue, I would like to (transmission garbled) [29 Mar 2006|04:20pm]
[ mood | thirsty ]

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Hurrrrr [24 Mar 2006|03:17pm]
So. Where was I?
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Fuck. This. I have quite honestly had enough. [18 Feb 2006|02:05am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

I have absolutely fucking had it. Seriously. This is it. This is the fucking limit. I have had such a piss-poor day that my life, right now, CANNOT get any worse.

Well, no, it can, but frankly the only things that could make it worse would be a relative dying or my house burning down or something. I hate that my journal is emo and faggotry made real right now, but this is an entry that really needs to be made.

So. Prepare thyself for a festering barrage of faggotry, emoness, and other forms of expressionate woe to expand upon my current miserable circumstance.

I am sick of my job. Two cokeheads, both army vets, were being arseholes, crazy people- AND I MEAN FUCKING CRAZY PEOPLE- were all over the place in the pub today, one pisshead fucking urinated all over the main door of the pub- from the fucking inside- and I managed to get a fantastic wine stain on my kecks that looks like I pissed myself.

Girls have been absolutely fucked, left right and centre. Not in the good way, in case you were wondering. Now, okay, this is probably THE most clichéd kind of thing to be rambling on about in my LJ, but here it is. Aforementioned ex and I- well, we actually sat down and had a civilised discussion. Sure, it was preceded by the WORST argument evar, but it happened, and I felt a little better because of it. A little. Not much, though. And, other girls, yeah. I let myself get screwed over by one lately. My own fault, shoulda seen it coming. In fact, it's unusual that anyone actually gets in me enough to hurt me. No one's captured my affections like that for over a year.

I hate, hate, hate living at home. My parents and I have not been getting on well at all recently. Partly my fault again, I've been a bit of a recluse lately. But my dad's pissing me off with... oh, fuck. He just pisses me off. And I haven't spoken to my mum in two weeks because we had a bit of a tiff-type thing on the phone.

So. Here's where it all stands. I need new job. Started looking this week. Nothing yet, but a couple of circled ads that I think may hire me- bar jobs, full time, which realistically may hire me based on my experience. Would be nice.

I have found a potential flatmate. Unfortunately he's a bit of a stoner, but a very nice guy. Very. Almost TOO nice. However, he's the first person I've actually considered recently, so that says something in itself. Anyway, he's looking to move out, same as me. Need to have serious talk with him about his financial situation (I'm not earning enough money right now, hence my looking for a new job, and I don't think he is either) amongst other things.

This coming week I have my first JKD lesson. Always wanted to learn it, happened to find a cool instructor. Not sure if I'll be cut out for it, but he seems to think I am, so I'll definitely give it a shot. Looking forward to it.

Girls? Nee ta ma duh tyen-shia suo-yo duh run doh gai si. SERIOUSLY. Fuck the lot of them. And not literally. I've had it. I am taking a break. I'm NOT going to Stairways next week, nor any other half-arsed, cunting, vomit-licking, shit-munching, pusfest of a club. ... I don't quite know what I am going to do, but it's not going to be that. Fuck that. I've had it.

Right. Fucking rant over. I've had it with everything. Time for change. Everyone can ram their faces into the bottom of my diarrheoa-stained, shitswamp of a toilet and drown themselves to death.

PS: Oh, right, and there was some kind of Happy Vladmentide's Day or something a couple days back, so I am required to give out love and good wishes and spend a lot on something really useless, I believe.

By which I mean women. HAH. Eat that.

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I was going to make an entry, but: [17 Feb 2006|03:08pm]
[ mood | sick ]

[13:56] ChupaChups: oh dear god I feel worse than evar
[14:02] ChupaChups: every facial orifice I was born with is spraying mucus and other foul sticky substances uncontrollably and my brain is spinning around inside my skull like an out-of-control teacup ride
[14:03] ChupaChups: and if that weren't bad enough, I'm emitting enough body heat to power The Matrix by myself for a year and I'm sweating so much I could single-handedly drown every single person in China
[14:10] ChupaChups: P|-|33R3 |\/|Y 1|_|_|\|355
[14:10] ChupaChups: oh god it's making me talk leet as well
[14:15] Geese: You sound ill
[14:16] ChupaChups: somewhat
[14:17] ChupaChups: although the China thing seems to be an unexpected benefit
[14:17] ChupaChups: "BIRTH CONTROL *THIS* " *sppppplllllluuuuurrrrrgeeeeeeeeeeee* *sounds of Chinese dying*
[14:19] ChupaChups: r0xx0rrr

And now I have work


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SUP THR BIG BROTHER [15 Feb 2006|05:20am]
[ mood | drunk ]



" fines for failing to stop people smoking in restricted areas would go up by more than ten times from £200 to £2,500."
"I am confident that these increased fine levels will result in better compliance with smoke-free legislation, which of course, will make enforcement easier." - Caroline Flint

In other words, "we're bullying you into it, because we're under pressure from powerful anti-smoking lobbyists. So fuck you."

"Many MPs opposed a smoking ban on civil liberties grounds." Kudos to them. So therefore, civil liberties lost today. Welcome to the latest nanny state.

Liberal Democrat health spokesman Steve Webb said: "This legislation is good news for tens of thousands of bar staff up and down the country."

I am working behind a bar. I have done for over two years. This, to me, is certainly fucking piss poor news, and every other member of bar staff I know agrees with me (not just in my place of work). So where the fuck that comes from is beyond me. Eat my fucking shit.

And finally:

Tory leader David Cameron missed the vote following the birth of his third child, a son, earlier on Tuesday. Understandable. And his vote would probably have made no difference. Would have been interesting to see his thoughts, were he to have any, though.

Liberalism, democracy and science have all lost a great deal, today. We are truly defeated and this is the beginning of the end. ID cards are next- mark my words.

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Subwoofer up loud + burgers [14 Feb 2006|05:22pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

Yep, can't be bothered with long entry right now. I was just offended by the latest in a long line of anti-smoking adverts, namely the one in papers that says "Vote For Julie". Julie is apparently a lovely girl who works in a bar, but unfortunately all the people who smoke around her are evil and the smoke will kill her. So you're to vote on behalf of all bar staff and stand up for a total ban on smoking.

I'm assuming that I, as a smoker and being bar staff, are excluded, at least I hope so. Hopefully the absurdity of it all is plainly obvious to anyone reading this, as I can't really be bothered going into the topic. Especially when the "fact" that second-hand smoke kills is actually completely unproven. Guh.

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Hum. [13 Feb 2006|02:49am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

After a weird night tonight, I have been reading my LJ from the beginning, and it's shockingly entertaining. Depressingly, I realise I have lost my edge, somewhat, however. More details on fucking odd weekend tomorrow. I can't believe I'm still awake.


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. [12 Feb 2006|10:53am]
[ mood | tired ]


so tired

Really, really haven't been sleeping well at all. Had about four solid hours and then woke up- looked at alarm clock, don't have to be up for two hours, right, roll over, back to sleep for me. Didn't happen. Lay in bed an hour awake, not feeling too well and bored before giving in and getting up.

Ex wants to talk. Meeting up later. Drama, blah blah. Tired. Need food of some sort. Sleeping pills tonight. I need a good night's sleep.

Thoughts. Disjointed. Zombie-like. Urg. Aarg.

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Grablahgbalhglaalhg SCUMFUCK. [08 Feb 2006|05:54pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Insomnia's a funny thing. I imagine it to be like losing your keys and getting locked out, only instead of sitting outside your house in the intolerable cold, you're lying in bed willing your tired stressed brain to just pack up, give in and pass the fuck out.

Mine did, in the end, which was a relief. Sort of. Fucking horrible dreams ensued.

Judging by my outbox, I think I texted things to the ex that were probably not too good. Not untrue, but put bluntly because I was durnk and rather upset. I don't even know why I'm this bent out of shape about it. I remember about eighteen months ago I wanted to get back with her. "Oh. I've got a boyfriend". Yeah, that was a really sucky day. I got over it a month later. Bumped into her again. She was flirty. I was interested. "Oh, I've got a different boyfriend". That fucking sucked. Got over it eventually. Now all sorts of other shit breaks out and she wants ME back. After I find out about recent aforementioned unpleasant events. Apparently she still loves me. Great.

Anyone with half a brain reading this should be thinking "so get rid of the bitch, you don't need this shit, dude. Delete her number and go smoke a big fat cone". It should be that easy, but I think some stupid part of me actually still LIKES her. And yes, I know I'm an idiot sometimes.

Suffice it to say, it's really been screwing around with my head, anyway.

In other news, I have been coping with it all very well. By which I mean drinking a shitload. In fact, I haven't spent one night sober in about two weeks, it's been fabulous. Haven't been eating much either, but I forced a couple of burgers down my neck last night, which actually made me feel sick, but I heroically kept them down.

I need a new job. With more money. And my own place. Before I lose my mind.

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So here it is: [08 Feb 2006|12:37am]
[ mood | crushed ]

Well. I feel absolutely fucking shitting miserable. I realise I have been vague with my last 3856294855 LJ entries, so, here's the lowdown on recent events:

[01:29] [ChupaChups] but, long story short- and I shall probably include this in tomorrow's LJ
[01:31] [ChupaChups] in the last two weeks, work has been absolute hell, my parents have been fairly horrible to me, I got beaten up, my ex-girlfriend told me she loved me after telling me she fucked a friend of mine (for very shitty reasons that she blames on me) and my car got written off
[01:31] [ChupaChups] amongst other things, believe it or not
[01:31] [claire] Oh wow that really is pure awesome right there
[01:31] [ChupaChups] it's like "sup thr life, u suck"

So I don't know, really, where I stand at all. I'll tell you one thing though.

When my dad disappeared, I spent 10-20 mins wondering if he were dead. And in all honesty, it was very liberating. Which made me realise that I need to move out, and the sooner the better. At this moment in time, I am going through even more genuinely horrible heartbreaking shite with my ex, and I am durnk enough to handle it. I am struggling to eat what is my first actual food in well over three days, and it's not working too well. I feel like absolute thorough turd.

And that's about it, for now.

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Sigh. [06 Feb 2006|03:20pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Yeah, my dad turned up. He was at my nan's. I was actually going to make this a longer entry, but I forgot and I have work shortly, so it'll have to wait.

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hunh. [05 Feb 2006|04:16pm]
[ mood | worried ]

Hm. My life seems to have stepped up a rung on the ladder of weirdness. After a good night last night, which makes a refreshing change, my dad appears to have gone missing. Only he hasn't left a note. Even when he drove himself to hospital he managed to leave a note, and he had to have been in some pain. But when I got home last night he was gone, and he still hasn't come back.

Very odd.

Probably nothing, but we'll see.

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