Scott’s blog
Musings on a world I am no longer sure about
Huggie told me earlier he liked my journal because if he didn’t have it he’d have to read LiveJournal to get his daily dose of teen angst. The bastard. I’m so slapping him later.
João has been being fab and making me feel better. As has Lloyd. Tho Lloyd doesn’t agree with me about some of it. Go team. *ahem* so yer...I’m feeling less crap and more like me again now. Which is pretty bloody handy as I was starting to get funny looks at work.
I am probably going to chill for a bit. Not sure if I’ll be out Thurs, won’t be out tonight, (even though Dan from Romford is going to Heaven and it might be funny stalking him...). Going to stay home Fri and the weekend. If by some miracle things end up how I want them to I’ll be at Serenity on Sat night. If not, well, I couldn’t bear it on my own I don’t think so will just stay in and wrap myself in coding.
So cheap week for me.
Sunin wants to do XXL on the 28th. But that’s when I rescheduled my mother to and what are the chances of doing XXL with sunin and *not* drinking? I mean really...
Only got a tiny bit more of the events thing to do. The beta now emails you if you get a message and aren’t logged in. Or is meant to at any rate, seems to be a bit hit or miss. Can’t remember if I mentioned this yet or not 
Dick next. Coz hey, it’s fun...and I’m bored...may as well pour my frustration into the site
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Oh the irony. Friday was the worst day in my life for a long time. I’ve just noticed it was Friday 13th. Oh how we laughed! I think I know what and why this all happened now. I can move on, I guess. So if you’re reading this, my lil possom, talk to me some time? I just wanna hug ya and tell you it’ll all be ok then get back to being your friend if you’ll have me :S
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The ghost in the shell
“They’re gonna be laughing about this They’re gonna be dancing round It’s gonna be so good So good” Bus just manouvered past me. The NX from Norwich. Once it would have been me, escaping. A young man of 23, head full of ideas - off on a two week contract in the big city. I used to help run a magazine called “Big City, Bright Lights” about 13 years ago...written about Norwich. The irony... “Maybe I didn’t truly love you” I can’t do anything other than think of the word “didn’t” in that sentence. He never usually uses words carelessly. “And all the time the light is changing, and he keeps painting” I am in a hole. I am lost. Rich chatted to me this morning. Funny how they come flooding back after I split up with someone yet weren’t really there before. Ah well. Rich is broken about Jim, I’m broken about Chris, at least we both get hugs. Kris sent me mail yesterday asking if I was ok. João gave me hugs and kind words. It all washed over me like water off a stone. All I could focus on is that little red MSN icon telling me how fucking stupid I’d been to hurt the one I love. I hate all this. Probably going to see Rich or David tonight if I can, take my mind off it.