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2014 28 February :: 3.18pm
:: Mood: blank
:: Music: Boris - Blackout
Blah blah blah, I missed an installment on my payment plan - court says I can't do that.
Now comes the fine (pa-thetic) and they make half-assed threats and the tumble weed drifts and the crickets play their tune, and nothing is accomplished.
And so forth, and so on.
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2014 25 February :: 5.06pm
This is a PSA: I'm disengaging from everyone. Deactivating Facebook and no longer going to be hanging out with anyone. May or may not continue to post on here sporadically as per usual. At least until I get this figured out, then I will be back on all counts.
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2014 19 February :: 2.49pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Amebix - Fear of God
Over the weekend I fell ill from being crammed into a tiny room with the lowest common denominator (strangely, I wasn't out of place), while they coughed and hacked and spoke as loudly as humanly possible. Makes me wonder if my fellow poor are going deaf, or perhaps I have the hearing faculties of a dog - however unlikely.
Anyhow...I've made myself rather popular by spreading it to everyone who comes in contact with me. And I imagine they're all terribly grateful.
In other news, the Jehovah's Witnesses came by with their usual rhetoric and browbeating tactics, and I recommended they read a Christopher Hitchens book, and why would I bother joining their antiquated death cult when I'm in the loving clutches of Satan? We all had a jolly good laugh, and then parted ways after the typical exchange of literature (I accepted theirs and they politely refused to borrow my copy of "god is not Great"), and now I patiently await for their return (sounds familiar...) at a time when I'm significantly less loopy.
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catatonicsean
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2014 15 February :: 4.24pm
:: Mood: hungover
:: Music: Tangerine Dream - Fly and Collision With Coma Sola
Downtown, thenceforth, is stictly verboten.
Nothing good comes from leaving the house, and mingling with the locals. It always results in mutual enmity and a hangover.
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catatonicsean
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2014 14 February :: 3.33pm
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: D.R.I. - Standing in Line
Did not get the theatre job, as I foresaw.
They probably noticed that I'm far too old, and a blithering idiot to boot. Oh, well, their loss...wouldn've made a hell of an employee, more than capable of doing nothing and having a poor attitude.
Looking forward to a nice, albeit miniscule, paycheck from a research company testing antiperspirants on me, however. I'll be toking and drunk in no time, complaining on the internet about my failure as a human being and ranting about things that I don't like while neglecting to mention anything remotely resembling positivity in no time.
Terrific.
Post Script: Fuck Valentine's Day.
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